bellarke + that drink
Neither of them realize it when they finally have that ‘drink’, the one Bellamy talked about at the gate.
They had been co-exisiting since the fight against ALIE was won and she had returned to camp. Not hating each other anymore, but not particularly liking each other either, and avoiding being in the other’s presence at all costs. Then Clarke just sits down at his table one night, next to Raven and across from Monty, and he doesn’t leave.
They all talk about nothing important, even laugh a little. Then Miller swings by and takes Monty with him, and Raven goes for more drinks but doesn’t come back, so it’s just Clarke and Bellamy by the time they take their last sips.
Why are you here? he asks, and this time it has no bite to it, just a pleading note, like he’s too tired to keep from asking anymore.
She hesitates, then gives him a cautious smile. Because I don’t particularly feel like being around anyone I like right now.
It surprises a laugh out of him, sounding gruff but also forgiving. It’s almost too much, so she glances away, staring down at her cup too hard.
Another? he asks.
Her breath hitches, and then she slowly glances back up at him with shining eyes. That would be nice.
He doesn’t come back with another round, but instead a full bottle, nodding for her to follow him outside. They climb up to the roof of the Ark and get splendidly drunk and speak of all the things they couldn’t before: angry and funny and honest and heartbreaking.
It’s the best drink either of them have ever had and will ever have because it doesn’t taste like absolution. It tastes like a fresh start.
