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[tamathegrounder-blog]

Tama crawled trough the forest, his dirt covered body making him look beastly, his hair matted to his face awkwardly and if it wasn't for the dried tear marks on his face someone could swear he was an animal. How could she have done that? How could Neo have watched him fly through the air. He could feel the bile rise from his belly at just the image. As he vomited by a tree he could feel the sobs wrack his chest again, the familiar rattle and coolness on his cheeks. 

Drawing his knees up to his chest he hoped he wouldn't see Neo for a while, not until either of them calm down. She had been demented. Her eyes no longer his own. Tama shook his head just thinking about it. Then he wasn't alone, another person was near, he saw them even through the tears. They've finally found me. They were going to drag him back kicking and screaming like the time they first caught him. He could already feel the tightness of a rope pinching his wrists as a horse trotted before him. Perhaps it was the only way.

[midasxofxfire-blog]

Midas had healed enough to get out of the hut and Andromeda had tried to get him to make one choice of his own each day so he learn how to. So this time he chose to go for a walk just around the outside of the village to see how freedom works, to feel comfortable leaving the boarders if only for a small time.

He didn't think of anything in particular as he walked towards the river. Perhaps he could bathe himself then return to Andromeda to see what she was doing. Maybe she can think of some choices he could make. Hearing the clomp f horse hooves he suddenly felt his pulse quicken. They've come to take me back. No. He hid behind a tree until he could be sure the stranger would be n trouble. But as a black horse with white sock stalked out into the clearing Midas' heart beat even faster. It was Ella. He poked his head out from behind a tree, he couldn't believe it. "Ella?"

[feltonramsayy-blog]

When we were young|| Flashback || Ava + Felton

The lunch bell rang and the children of the Ark went sprinting through the halls, the promising smell of food rations in the air. School had never been Felton's favourite time of the day, if he wasn't hiding in the floor trying to ignore it he was causing chaos at the back of the class. For some unknown reason a young Felton could never keep his eyes pinned to the front like all the others, his leg bouncing with boredom. He just needed to move, to run or at least cause some trouble.

As he sat down at a lunch table by himself his legs moved as if he had ants in them. No wonder his teacher always yelled at him. As the other kids pulled out their lunches and dived into them as if their worlds were exploding, he bounced a small ball against the wall, the movement distracting him from the hunger in his stomach. 

[midasxofxfire-blog]

It wasn't everyday that Midas found himself sick over killing- no murdering- hundreds of people. He felt so terrible that he could barely stand to look anyone in the eyes let alone speak. Ana had told him it was his choice and that is that choice that would ever taint his memories. It was his fault. If it wasn't for him peoples homes would still be bursting with warmth and light, if it wasn't for him the people of the wood clan would be safe. There are very few unforgivable things he has done and this tops the cake.

Midas had managed to convince Ana that he had to go back as her prisoner. Her people will not rest until justice is served to the one responsible, and neither would her. They had found some charred rope and bound his wrists together, begging her her to make it tighter, make it fair. He would not rest until he paid for what he did- freedom promised or not, he would stand a trial. 

Standing before them, looking across the sea of people with faces like marbled stone, his heart was in his throat and his bound hands shook with nerves. He had to pay, he had to pay, he had to. He didn't speak or defend himself. The people will decide his fate. It was his choice to start them, his fault to turning their home to flames. Andromenda promised redemption but that only came when he had payed for all of his crimes.

[tamathegrounder-blog]

Tama had left Neo by the lake to bathe while he looked for something to eat, his stomach grumbling like it used to. He was finally getting used to having a slightly full belly before the fires hit. Covered in soot again after only just cleaning himself, he scuffed his feet through the dirt. Everything was gone. Nothing could have possibly survived and he was surprised that he even made it too. 

Pushing back his black curly hair, he hadn't expected to see one of his own- well, one of the people from his own clan. It scared him a little to see him so close, it frightened him to think he was here to drag him back. Tama raised his fists thinking that maybe he'd have to fight his way out like he had with Lilith. It hurt him to think of hurting anyone else but he had worked too hard not to get his freedom.

[feltonramsayy-blog]

His sour mood hadn't improved. He stomped somewhat ridiculously through the woods hoping to make it back to Carley before the sun went down. It had been a long horrible day and he wasn't at all impressed by the constant thick air. Looking up to the smoke stained sun he wondered if the Ark could see what was going. If they even cared. He highly doubted it, however, not even wanting them to come down. He was free and happy- well at least when he wasn't being chased by fires and kidnapped by grounders. 

He entered a part of the woods yet to be touched by flames, the canopy sheltering him. But before he knew it he was legs flew out from under him and he was hanging upside down. "Perfect. Just fucking perfect."

[midasxofxfire-blog]

"This is a mistake"

[adamsmythe-blog]

The aftermath of Felton and his last encounter left his abdomen purple and lumpy where it should be smooth. Not wanting to interrupt the healers with his wounds, he took a rag soaked in salt water and dabbed it on his injuries. The water enveloped his wounds as closely as his own skin. Every new sore stung with the salt being washed in, but it was the only way to avoid infection. He winced as it swirled without mercy, penetrating to the cells that should be protected by smooth skin but lie open and raw. The only thought that somehow numbed his aching pain was Carley. And that she loved him. Adam would never get sick of hearing it, hearing the words she only ever said in his imagination.

He still hadn't figured out how he managed to stop kissing her that day. There was no looking back now. Although that kiss; those multiple hungry kisses between them -- what did it mean for their relationship? They hadn't discussed that, nor the origin of his injuries. Perhaps both of them felt it was easier that way, to stay happy as long as it would be possible and not destroy it, even though Adam had a suspicioun at the back of his mind that something is going to go wrong; someone is going to break him again and this time not physically. He always had those thoughts when everything seemed to fall into place. Although Carley managed to make those thoughts vanish whenever she was near and he was thankful, even if they were dismissed for only a couple of minutes. The rustling of leaves behind him snapped him out of his daze.