#komtona

[cagefoundaarchive]

@komtona,   bellamy.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.      doesn’t fit right in her grip,      the weight heavy and awkward.      knows how to use her bow and arrow with ease,      can take the biggest adversary to their knees with a single slice of her blade.        but a gun?        she was not meant to use a gun.          ‘     bellamy,     ’       she begins,    finally tearing her gaze away from the weapon to catch his eye.          ‘      you’re sure raven doesn’t need me today?      ’    

[storyownedaa]

@komtona,     val + wick.

𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.         doesn’t really know when he started noticing that,       but it’s apparently a thing.        corners of his lips quirking with a grin,        kyle sneaks up behind her,         both hands coming to grab at the back of her chair.         ‘        and who would that ruggedly handsome young man be?        ’          he teases,       reaching out to snatch up the paper before she can stop him.          holds it up beside his face,       amusement tugging at his expression as he glances between the drawing and her.              ‘    definitely think the real thing is better,       but it’s not bad.         didn’t know you paid so much attention to me,   madera.      ’

[usesboth-a]

❝ no, you don’t understand. ❞ / octavia

meme ,     accepting

her words bite as they interrupt him,   and it catches him off guard for a split second.     he swallows thickly,  before realizing that she was right.    he didn’t understand.   because the girl in front of him?    it wasn’t his sister.   that’s not the person he’s raised her to be,   and he certainly knew that   she knew that.   so as they’re standing apart from each other,    with the door threatening to close,   he knows that he’s going to say something he’s going to regret.   he can sense it,   and it boils in his blood before he grits his teeth.  

  ‘  you’re right,   i don’t understand.    i don’t understand how after   everything   that happened,   you’re  still willing   to start a war,   and bite any hand that tries to help you.   so i’m done.    i’m   done    trying to understand it.    ‘

[emorality]

❝  we’re NOT doing this,  ❞   she insists,  her words stern yet a gleam in her eyes as a smile tugs at the corner of her lips.  she can’t help it;  not when erin is the subject of discussion.  it’s unlike her for masked expression to falter so easily,  but when they’re talking about the girl emori has such strong feelings for,  and when she’s talking to her sister,  it’s easier.  she’s more comfortable,  able to let her guard down easier.    ❝  it’s not like that.  nothing like that, ❞  she insists,  hands nudging her back as she attempts to brush it off.  echo had walked in on emori and erin while they were alone,  sitting much closer than they needed to give that they were the only ones in the dropship at the time.  emori knows that echo is right to question it,  and she knows it’s going to be difficult to LIE about what she thought was really happening,  but she has to try anyway.  ❝  we were just talking. ❞

     @komtona​ sent    ⇢   playfully shoves. 

[opstrada]

“you are not alone.”  ░░░░   @komtona,  erin.

but she feels like she is.  this isn’t the bunker anymore;  she can’t use the horror they face each day as an excuse to fall into valerie’s arms.  she can’t rely on that as easily anymore,  because if she tries,  they might actually have to face their problems now  ----  and she’s not sure she’s ready for that.  it’s not just val,  it’s her father.  it’s something greta has never been good at:  facing her problems head on and looking for a way to actually fix them.  instead,  she finds another strategy  /  she works AROUND them,  helping no one.  ❝  i don’t know,  ❞  she mumbles,  eyes refusing to meet hers.  ❝  feels like it.  ❞   with a small breath,  head tilts up to look at her,  and she shrugs her shoulders.  ❝  things aren’t the same here as they were down there.  ❞  down there,  in the bunker.   ❝  can’t be.  so  -----   maybe i should be. ❞

[cagefoundarchive]

WAKE UP IN THE HOSPITAL & FIND THEM HOLDING THEIR HAND  //  MEME REPLY.    @komtona​,   murphy.

they were supposed to have more time.   months left to gather evidence and build an air-tight case,    but someone had grown suspicious of murphy when he didn’t show up for a drop-off on time.    her fault,   and echo would be damned if he got hurt going undercover for her.    she’d rushed it,    gone in guns blazing,    and it nearly cost echo her life    --- yet when she wakes now,   days later and with bandages decorating her side,    she has no regrets.    he’s there,  alive,  hand in hers the most welcome feeling in the world.    bleary gaze finds his and she draws an unsteady breath,   expression inexplicably serious.     ‘   is it over?   ’  

[wanlidas-archive]

“HEY, IT’LL BE ALRIGHT.”

jackson has continuously found a way to think positively about everything that has come their way since landing on the ground  -----  even the idea of being stuck underground for five years.  but only a few months in,  and he’s already being tested,  already realizing that who he is and who he has always been might not be enough to survive down here.  but he tried to be something different;  he tried to be the man who was willing to fight and risk everything to keep others safe  -----   but he’s not that guy.  he’s the guy on the other end,  the one aiding those who have been hurt,  not the one doing the hurting.  that has always been a source of comfort for him before,  but what if the new rules of the bunker swallow him whole?  

his hands rest on the back of nathan’s neck,  forehead pressed against his as eyes remained closed.  ❝ i don’t know, ❞  he mumbles.  ❝  i don’t know if that’s true this time.  ❞  he wants to believe it is.  when he’s this close to nathan,  when he feels this safe,  it’s almost easy to believe it is  -----  but kara’s words still ring in his head,  octavia’s blood-painted features are still painted in his memory.  ❝  a few weeks ago,  i thought five years didn’t seem like a long time,  ❞  he admits.  

    ↺ @komtona

[amneisla-blog]

Miller  ⟾  @komtona

      Slowly  but  surely  eyes  would  flutter  open ,  tears  that  had  been  frozen  in  time  now  taking  advantage  of  their  RELEASE  by  falling  down  cheeks.  that’s  right          she  had  nearly  forgotten :  they  were  put  to  sleep ,  awaiting  their  return  home.  yet  another  chance  at  life          &  she  had  gone  to  sleep  ALONE.  years  in  the  bunker  leaving  her  no  one  left  at  her  side ,  friendships  tarnished ,  fighting  yet  another  war  that  only  brought  more  death.  she  had  hoped  that  once  she  woke  up  that  she  would  feel  rested.  ALIVE.  but  it  only  left  her  more  tired.   ❛  miller. . . ?  ❜   honey  hues  would  squint  past  their  haze ,  being  able  to  make  out  the  familiar  figure.  hands  would  slide  against  the  mat  in  order  to  try  &  brace  herself  up  to  a  sitting  position.   ❛          why  are  YOU  here.  ❜   the  question  came  out  flat ,  blank  emotion  underneath  tear  stricken  skin.  she  had  been  forced  to  LET  GO  of  him  in  the  bunker          so  he  was  just  about  the  last  person  he’d  expect  to  be  here  now.