@wolfscldier for a drabble that wasn’t asked for but I wanted to write
prompted off a meme I saw. =3
First -
They were young, still children with dreams as stars that
floated amongst the stars with them. Children who ran down
the corridors, wide-eyed and laughing. So full of life and
happiness. Nothing sad could touch them in a ways it did with
the adults. Stuffed animals were considered best friends,
people were always friendly, always joking about their ideas
as children who only saw the universe as a storyboard, something
that would grow with their imagination as time ticked on.
They were in a corridor, alone. A soccer ball, tattered but full
of air sat between them. Bellamy had been kicking it against
a wall with ease and playfulness. His body was full of
energy, his small limbs needing a way to exert the pent up
energy of being stuck in their flat all day, watching a baby
who wasn't suppose to be born. Aurora was home, promises made
that Octavia would be okay and taken care of, believing was so
easy at such a young age that he didn't think twice about the
faux words of a woman that was meant to be their mother. A
breath, and the young boy is all smiles, laughter like the sound
of music from the concerts he'd sneak in to watch the clips
of with the others who could afford the tickets. Hale stood in
front of him. His eyes as bright as the stars and they were so
young, so innocent. All it took was a few spoken, playful words,
a nudge of a single shoulder and Bellamy leans in to peck the other
on his lips, a kiss that was so innocent, no would've questioned it
and even back then, his heart had already knew the truth, he was
just too young to understand what it meant.
Second -
Octavia's a toddler now and they're teenagers. Life isn't young
and innocent anymore. It's full of guilt and pain. Things are
shifting now and it's not the same bright eyed world he once
saw as a child. The universe isn't just a drawing board but a
story book and not all the chapters are happy. There's a pain
in his chest, an ache, one that he can't describe because he's
never felt it before but he's read it in the books the library
has. He comes and goes from there. Constantly checking out new
books, sneaking them out of the room and taking them home to read
to his sister who wasn't suppose to exist. He likes to read her
books about history because it's his favorite subject but he knows
hers is a mixture so he brings her books of Princesses and Kings.
He reads her mythology stories about the Gods and Goddesses of all
across the world, there isn't one group he focuses on, even if his
favorite is a mix of Roman and Greek. He takes home movies on their
projection screen and shows her the things that people, over a hundred
years ago, would watch for entertainment and he loved to watch how
her features lit up with the characters would be happy and do things
that saved their friends. He'd save the sports games for his own time
when he needed to be alone in the library. He'd been seeing people
in their beds, in the hidden nooks of corridors but there was always
one person he'd come back to. Hale. Fingers shake, limbs feel heavy
as if gravity had been kicked up higher than normal and his mind
overworks a million miles a minute but he's alone with Hale in a room
and he's confessing a secret that he's never told anyone. He's
explaining how he has a sister. How he shares rations every day
to keep her fed. How he saves her and why he skips out on classes
because he needs to keep her safe. When words leave his lips and
Hale's reply comes, Bellamy doesn't wait, he leans in, hands cup
the other's cheek and he kisses him. It's long, it's full of passion
and a mixture of tears upon star spattered cheeks and when it ends,
he's left breathless, gasping for the air his lungs desperately
need.
Third -
The ground was something so unexpected. A whole new world that took
words from his tired lips. That had showed him things he never
would've ever knew existed. Earth Skills had been meant to prepare
them for this moment but in reality, nothing had set them up for
what they faced. Death had been so quick. Guilt piled upon itself
and the weight of the world had almost become unbearable. It weighed
down so heavily that his knees shook every day. He made mistakes that
would never leave him. Nightmares stuck in his mind long after he'd
wake up in cold sweat, gasping and pleading for air and light in a
darkness he couldn't snuff out. Bones felt tired and skin felt tattered
and torn. His heart would give anything to be that little boy that
got lost on the Ark without care or concern. The universe was not
just a story book, but a novel, bent and frayed with corners of pages
torn as markers in chapters that held a significance in life. Heart
lays heavy and on the verge of broken in a cage he had built out of
steel for protection. Armor is worn like a second skin to keep himself
safe and he'd rather these kids see him as an enemy meant to lead
than a friend willing to hold their hand in times of hardship. Though,
that never lasted and he couldn't keep the emotions in check. Life
had never really been kind, even if it had given him the one thing
that made him soft, that wasn't his sister. Time had passed and the
others joined them on Earth's unforgiving floor. Blood dried to features,
stars that lined his cheeks weren't nearly as visible as all the
other times their lips met but this time, the kiss was thankful,
pleading, almost spilling every little secret that Bellamy kept hidden
under lock and key. *I love you.* spills in the kiss upon unspoken
words. *Please stay* words that have been spoke in a form of love
but without the eight letters attached to them. Hale was more than
just someone he returned to in bed. Hale had every piece of his fragile
heart. Every piece of the soul that was only shone behind hazelnut
eyes. Every part of the universe they saw as kids out the large bay
windows of a metal home they thought they'd never leave.
Fourth -
Months have passed and they're finding survivors of other fallen
stations. Farm station has shown the most promise and he's glad
that there are survivors. It's nice to watch Monty be reunited with
his mother but it's hard to hear about the death of the other's
father. Desperation is starting to settle in over camp. Those who
have taken charge don't quite understand the ground the way the
original delinquents do and no matter how many explanations have
been given, they just won't listen. Frustration lies in bones and
anger out wins when he's left alone. Knuckles bloody more often than
not due to a wall or a trunk of a tree. Hale's there. Hale's the
reason he hasn't lost himself completely. The guilt is becoming too
much and his mind won't turn off anymore. Stolen moments help more
than he'll ever be able to say but there's something there and a man
whose willing to use manipulation to get when he wants, what he needs
to make people listen and follow him. Pike is the wedge that comes
in and bases itself at Bellamy's feet. Telling him what he wants to
hear, not what he needs to hear. Manipulating his mind. Believing that
he's truly responsible for all the blood that's been shed, the people
he couldn't save. He's lost himself this time and he's not sure if
he can come back. With time, things change. His heart has always stayed
with Hale, even when the bed was empty. Even when there were nights that
sleep never came. Death was at their doorstep. The lone survivor
from the Mountain was hellbent on his revenge for his people's lives
and spoken words of I love you, Hale Ashwood finally fall from his
lips as if it might be the last chance they'll ever get to see each
other. To know how his heart felt and how in the end, it'll always be
Hale. It's always been Hale. There's never been anyone else. There will
never be anyone else. When cuffs are released and lungs are full
again, calloused palms cup lover's cheeks and he's kissing him. Emotion,
love, passion, ever feeling pours into the action. It's slow, it's
beautiful and the world isn't a factor anymore. No one else exists
but them in that moment and there's another whisper. I love you
breathes against lips and his kissing him again. It takes, what feels
like ages for the others, for him to finally pull himself away long
enough for them to stand.
Fifth -
There's the place he'd never thought he'd return to. The Ring held
ghosts and memories he didn't want to relive. Months on the ground
had shifted him, changed his heart. The world became so heavy that he
was on benth knees, ready to drop it's weight. He was ready break.
There was a saying he had overheard as a child, how things always
got worse before they got better, and in truth, he didn't believe that
until the Ring. A year spent dealing with those demons that settled
just below his skin. Demons that ate away at ever crevice of his
body until he felt like a shell, curled into the mattress of an empty
room he chose at random, the darkness only lit by the moon and the stars
beyond the metal circle. He's left in the wake of the pain he's
felt all this time but he dealt with it. He deals with it. They're
brother together again. Spoken words lead to mending pasts and
scars that are on the verge of healing now. Hale's the one person
that he knows he needs. That he knows he can't live with losing and
if that ever happens, he's afraid to think of what would happen. How
the nightmares would come true and the world would burn at Bellamy's
hands. This time, there's something far more spoken about the way their
lips meet. It's gentle, it's shy at first, as if permission needs
to be granted for further access. Calloused palm cups the back of
Hale's neck and he pulls him forward. Hale's taste lingers and he's
drinking it in. The kiss lasts for what feels like days. From gentle
and shy to passionate and explorative. Re-learning everything had
never felt the way it did until now. His body had never tingled like
this before. The simplest of touches had him gasping, latching on to
Hale in a way that he never wanted to let go. When the kiss finally
breaks, his head is spinning. He's dizzy, he's breathless and he's
remembering the first time they've ever kissed before. The night's
spent tangled with his lover and the night after that. The world has
returned the way it felt and it wasn't nearly as heavy as it had
been when they first arrived. I love you falls in the time of soft
caresses and gentle breathes. I love you, Hale Ashwood.