#spacek1ng

[1eaderarc]

@spacek1ng said: "we were happy once, weren’t we?"

her face twisted, eyebrows scrunching together, mouth turned down at the corners — contemplative, but overly so, clearly putting on a show of considering the question before shaking her head. "maybe once," she admitted, relaxing her expression, "but that was so long ago. it doesn't even feel real anymore."

none of this felt real, either. it had been just her and madi for so long, trapped in the solitude of their tiny paradise. she shouldn't complain; comparatively, it could have been much worse. clarke knew that. but now suddenly everyone she loved, everyone she thought she had lost, was returned to her, and clarke was still struggling to accept she wasn't having some sort of episode or hallucination.

maybe things weren't perfect now. maybe the eligius crew were just another problem trying to derail their attempts at peace on earth. maybe octavia was going to become a problem. but it was hard not to feel some sort of relief to see murphy and emori sitting across the camp, or watch madi doggedly following echo's footsteps, fascinated by the heroes of all of clarke's stories.

shifting her gaze back to bellamy, she managed a small smile. "but things could be worse, right? at least the planet isn't about to be engulfed in flames this time."

[heroach]

❝         you   don't   get   to   make   these   decisions   for   everyone.         ❞         it   was   easy,   to   let   bellamy   and   clarke   take   the   lead.      to   allow   them   that   power.      but   not   now.      not   when   murphy   has   something   to   lose.         emori.         ❝         not   anymore,   @spacek1ng.         ❞  

[stellarstolen]

@spacek1ng said ──── ❝ we all have something left to lose ❞

          She’d lost so much, just since coming to the ground. Some of those faces would haunt her forever. She hadn’t done enough ( hadn’t been enough ) to save them. But, Bellamy was right, there were still things worth living for. People worth living for. If she were gone, it was one less person watching out for those that were left. She still had battles left to win. 

          “It’s so easy to get lost in the past, and lose sight of what we’re fighting for. We’ve made it so far, there’s no giving up now.”

[gr1ffn-a]

@spacek1ng radioed :      “ woah—  hold up you’re bleeding. ”          /          accepting.  

                    she is sick and tired of almost dying every time she steps foot outside of camp. can't she just spend her afternoons out on the lake without worrying about mutant water snakes or spears? clarke trudges through camp with a frown on her face, not bothering to reply to any of the hesitant hellos she hears as she beelines for her tent to gather some supplies. the commotion coming from inside the dropship can already be heard, as well as the screams of an injured fox. it's going to be a long night, she thinks grimly. clarke shrugs off her mud-caked jacket and grabs a bottle of moonshine - that she obviously keeps away from a bunch of reckless teenagers -, as well as some spare cloth she knows she's going to need. once she has everything she needs, clarke swivels around only to find bellamy blocking the entrance. their eyes meet and clarke sighs, feeling the signs of an incoming headache.           ❝     i told you we should've checked the ground for traps again.     ❞            she tells him tiredly, shoving the bottle and the cloth into his empty hands so she can tie her hair away from her face.           ❝     i'm pretty sure she broke her leg, but i can fix it. though you might want to move her to food prep for a while, or at least give her a stool to sit on when she's on watch—     ❞            clarke's words die suddenly when bellamy interrupts her. she takes a hand to the spot he seems to be staring at and grimaces when she feels how sore it is to the touch. when clarke brings her hand down, her fingers are coated in blood.           ❝     oh.     ❞            shit. clarke frowns down at the red liquid as if it's personally offended her before she grabs a cloth from bellamy to clean her hands.           ❝     don't worry about it, i'll take care of it once i'm done with fox.     ❞ 

[unpossession]

Everybody has been waiting for them. Hopeful parents and well-meaning strangers alike all waiting with their breaths caught in their throats for those missing kids, waiting for them to come crawling out of the mountain and back to their families.

Willow hadn't really expected to see anybody she particularly cared about - at least nobody that would remember her name after all this, she is, after all, a few years older than the rest. Most of her friends were still on the Ark when it...-- She wants to focus on happy things. Like these kids coming home. Soak in some of the joy. So it comes as a surprise when she sees somebody she recognises. Somebody she assumed was dead.

"Bellamy? Bel-- Bellamy?!" She pushes through the crowd, calling to him in near-frantic, shrill voice. It is him. It is. God. He looks sick. Willow runs to him.

@spacek1ng