eyes are molten flames of fire that study the other male, quiet, unnervingly so. fingers flex atop his thighs before head droops forward in complete exhaustion. bellamy and sleep have not gone hand in hand for quite some time , cyrosleep was the closest he came to peace / and endless and silent void where he’d had a moments reprieve from the hell that lived in his mind . this planet, it’s inhabitants, the eco-system had other ideas for them. yet again, met with trials and tribulations and for a second . . .
bellamy has to think ( was it us? are we responsible for what we keep finding in our path? are we hellbent on destroying ourselves? ) he’d failed clarke. && in failing her, he did madi, abby and everyone else. ❛ can i help you ? ❜ he doesn’t need to look up to know the young prime is stood before him. having made his way over to where bellamy is crouched against the outer wall of the house they’ve been provided to reside in. ❛ spare me the speech, alright ? i i really don’t need to hear it. or anything else. ❜