war seemed so distant in this moment, as if it had happened in another life. it was a beautiful morning, the nature was trying to t r i c k everyone into considering it as harmless as it looked like, almost idyllic. the sunlight made her hair around her face gleam like a HALO, lighting up her features, almost blinding. they were back. for now there was less to worry for than there had been in a long time, almost since they had arrived on the ground. they were all alive, they were alive and free, bellamy could understand everyone’s relievedness. even clarke seemed glad, almost relaxed. a small, a m u s e d grin played around his lips as he followed her down the little path, quietly listening to her eager babbling, about plans and plots and how glad she was or whatever she was saying, he didn’t pay much attention to her words. they were not far from camp, merely out of sight and alone, when he reached for her wrist to pull her close. it was INSTINCT, really, later he’d blame it on the moment, the gladness that they both were alive. but clarke? truth be told, in any other situation he would n e v e r dare to even try, not with her. before he could even think about the consequences, he already had her slim wast between his hands, felt her warm chest pressed against his, saw the gleaming surprise in her eyes and the remnants of a wide smiles on her lips. they were surprisingly soft, despite the cuts and scars, warm and bittersweet. for an ENDLESS moment they kissed, his back bent forth, holding her as if they were d a n c i n g. — an endless moment, yet for him not long enough.