{мσяє ∂αякηєѕѕ} Bellamy & Clarke
moralprincess:
Clarke nodded, picking herself up and following the glow of the forest before she saw the dark, hollow cave. She checked her surrounding and entered it cautiously. It didn’t go too deep, but it was deep enough for them to be hidden within the shadows. She sat against the end of the cave and pulled her bag off. "It’s freezing, and if we make a fire, grounders will see us. We’ll be lucky if we don’t freeze to death."
At first, Bellamy remained close to the entrance, if only to ensure none of the grounders had followed them. It was strange, feeling their eyes on the two of them earlier but not being able to see clear and it had left him unnerved and on edge. When he heard Clarke, the rebel walked over to her and sat down beside her; close enough to feel her warmth radiate off her, but not close enough to touch.
"It doesn't have to depend on luck", he answered vaguely. Bellamy remembered one of the books he'd read on the Ark, a story about explorers that traveled to the North pole and got trapped. They had to rely on each other's body heat to keep them warm. "We'll just have to keep each other warm. --Or would that be too much for you, princess?"