“Maybe if you tried being nice every once in a while you would actually have people who cared about you.”
“ that’s the point, octavia. i don’t want people to care. “
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@zeusminded-a1
“Maybe if you tried being nice every once in a while you would actually have people who cared about you.”
“ that’s the point, octavia. i don’t want people to care. “
H U M A N !
promithcas.
for the first time in SIX YEARS , the way his arms draped around her , the way her figure was stolen from the floor of the earth as his voice hummed through her ears , octavia blake finally felt at HOME. no longer was this a voice which was being shoved through the static of a receiver , the smile which crested on her lips was no longer strained in an effort to try to make herself feel the smallest strain of happiness. no , this was real and authentic elation which emanated from her core the instant her eyes laid upon those of the person who had been there for her through the greatest and foulest since day one. octavia facade fell into his shoulder as his voice answered the last testimonial she had ever told him over six years ago. verses she was not even sure if he received before the radio cut out. years upon years of questioning only to know all this time , that he did. that he knew she loved him. and that alone made droplets of salt water begin to stain upon his shoulder.
‘ i’m so SORRY bell ’ ghostly sounds of tearful cries could be heard among her words. while she could say she LOVED him time and time again , this was different. octavia had initiated so much agony to fall upon his shoulders at her own hand. she had wounded him PHYSICALLY and MENTALLY beyond any capacity of which anyone should excuse another. yet here he was , time and time again , holding her close. pulling her buried face from his shoulder as to connect her gaze with that of his , eyes did their best to clear the tears from her gaze. she had gone YEARS without seeing her brother , and she no longer wanted him image blurred for any reason. ‘ i know , i know i don’t deserve your FORGIVENESS. and you have every right to HATE me until we die. but just , i’m so so sorry bellamy. ’
her arms envelope him & he feels like he could cry. he’s probably going to cry. six years without his sister is nothing he ever wants to go through again. even a moment without her is too long. he can say he’s felt slight joy these past six years : reconciliation with echo, raven with her smart mouth, monty & harper being who they are, hell, he’s even found himself getting along with murphy. emori is a pleasure to talk to, too. he never thought he’d be saying it but he doesn’t think he knows how to be without them any longer. but, he’s not felt real happiness since the day he left that bunker to get raven. he hasn’t been happy since the day he left his sister, under the ground. HE’D HEARD. of course he had heard her. she could be miles upon miles away, with no way to communicate with him, & if she said she loved him, he would hear. he would always hear. there had been times in the past years where he thought he had heard her voice, only to be reminded of the absolute loneliness that was space. he doesn’t need to see her face to know she’s crying. he knows, because he is too.
she’s apologising. why is she apologising ? his brows furrow as she continues, eyes narrowing as he listens. he’s confused, to begin with, until it registers in his mind. six years had passed & he had all but forgotten that she had tied him up, beaten him bloody in a dank cave in front of their friends. all of her cruel words forgotten, every time she had laid a finger on him forgotten. he couldn’t bare to remember her that way. with her pain, her grief, her anger. no. that wasn’t his sister. it was just a part of her. his sister had been a kind, loving girl. one who had brightened with happiness at the sight of the moon & stars. one who had stitched & sang like their mother. his sister was octavia blake, forced to grow old before her time. not skairipa. what a waste of a sweet girl. she finishes speaking, & he raises a hand of his own to wipe his tears from his cheeks, before he does the same to her. she’s grubby. dirty. he doubts she’s showered properly since their release from the bunker. must’ve been mighty dusty down there. he has scars on his wrists as a reminder of the last time he was down there. NEVER AGAIN. never again will the blakes be forced to hide in fear. “ it’s okay, o. i forgive you. “
wichens.
THERE IS BEAUTY IN DESTRUCTION, a fiery rebirth in process. from the ashes we will rise. earth survived praimfaya once, she will survive it again and come back more beautiful than ever. she does not weep for her world, her heart bleeds for the lives lost to the flames, ones far more deserving than her own. heavy foot steps bring her out of lovelorn loss, an unrequited love for her clan. uncertainty still weighs heavy on her shoulders, slumping with the strain of words unspoken. she swallows around an empty promise, her loyalty meant nothing in the end. sharp hazel eyes turn to look to her company, his question bringing buried emotions to the surface. ❛ it’s different. ❜ that might be the understatement of the century, but she can’t find words more suiting for it. she feels foreign among the stars, moonlight never was a good compliment to her silhouette. ❛ but it’s beautiful, far more than what i’m deserving of. ❜
perhaps he would find himself to be more of a gracious host to the woman, had he not still been baring the grudge of mount weather against her. gina was dear to him in so many words, the loss of her had been a curve ball in what had seemingly been the time of his life. he was still bitter about it, even if he had tried to put it behind him. she had only been following orders, he knows. but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. “ different. it’ll take some getting used to. “ he smiles, looking out of the window, head canting to the side slightly. he never thought he’d be up here again, not after they had plummeted to earth, just over a year ago. a deep breath, eyes close. “ i can’t say i ever expected to disagree with you. everyone deserves to see the stars from here, echo. besides, we can’t all hold grudges until we die. for all i know, we got six months here. we all deserve to live. “ gina deserved to live. “ we all deserve a chance to grow. “
i am going to be archiving this blog. i will be posting a promo to the new one when it’s done.
@promithcas
‘ neither did i … ‘ with the tone of her voice still that of someone who was not fully awake , octavia did her best to gather the papers which lay all around the small table before her and shoving them into her book which she had been using as a pillow. ‘ i just wanted to rest my eyes for a minute and well , i guess you know what happened next ’ a small smile perked at the outermost corners of her lips as hands shoved her things into her well used backpack at her feet. ‘ is the offer of free food still good though ? i’m STARVING and i could really go for a burger right about now ‘
the look upon his face betrays the words he speaks. whilst his tone may be dulcet, almost disappointed, there’s a smirk upon his lips & a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “ sometimes i wonder if you’re adopted, maliit na isa. “ he smirks, shaking his head. “ did you not sleep last night, o ? what have i told you ? you need to sleep, especially during exam season, otherwise you’re not gonna remember anything, & you’ll more than likely fail. i’m not saying this to be harsh. “ he frowns, biting at the inside of his cheek. a soft chuckle, eyes rolling. “ yeah, it is. come on. “
madeprodigy.
“ i respectfully decline that offer of luck. i win, or i lose. luck isn’t a factor for me, in chess. “ she said - she’d prefer to take her time in moving pieces - consider every possible outcome. unfortunately, she didn’t get the grace of an infinite game. what he talked caused some nerves - never lost a game ? or perhaps he just chose opponents he knew he’d win against. “ surely you lost your first game ? how long have you been here, anyway ? “
“ your choice, spence. “ he smirks, leaning back in his seat. he watches her, the way she takes her time with her moves. calculating. it would do her no good. he’s gone against athena’s children before, & as he said, he’s never lost a game. “ three years. & no, i’ve been playing since i was four. my mother made me join chess club, i went to competitions. “ he shrugs, smiling sweetly over at her. “ i was set to be the best in the country, before life took its course & i ended up here. “
mountslay.
HER MIND WAS racing , hummingbird wings trapped within the steel cage of her chest . clear blues do not still for a moment ; racing from one object of attention to another . fingers grasp cool air ; the cascade of BUZZING within her skull dulling as senses are regained . she is safe . nothing is going to hurt her . at least not this second . features steel ; her entire body willing to FORGET the past fear . ❛ what happened ? what is going on. ❜
@zeusminded ( cont. )
THERE’S A SOFTNESS TO HIS GAZE, one that emits defeat. it cannot be done. he messed up, & it cannot be undone. he cannot get past what has happened, is finding it increasingly difficult to forget the badness in their lives. he looks at her, head shaking. “ we can’t do this anymore, clarke. “ he has what, four, maybe five years on her, & if he is feeling the toll of this planet, so must she. “ the kids out there, they want their folks. they wanna be safe. they don’t wanna have to worry about acid fog, or grounders, or guns. frankly, neither do i. “ a soft sigh, heavy shoulders shrug. once again, the weight of the world has been placed upon broad shoulders. ATLAS REBORN. “ we can’t keep trying to look after these kids, when we can barely look after ourselves. “
icarusque.
SHE SQUEAKS AS SHE’S LIFTED, legs dangling before she’s placed on solid ground. arms wrap around the back of his neck, clinging to him with a wet grip. once out of the water the chill of the night really hits her, shaking violently in his grasp as teeth chatter quietly through her smile. ❛ how about we get you undressed instead? ❜ words break off into a giggle, broken up with the intake of breath.
eyes roll as he tries to keep her upright. he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her so drunk before : it’s different. he isn’t sure if he likes it. he takes a moment to put the jacket he’d been holding over her shoulders, trying to warm her up, or dry her off a little. “ or, we could not. “ he’s many things, but he won’t be accused of taking advantage of a drunk. “ c’mon, little bird. i think it’s bed time. “
ginatcnic.
She hides her frown in the crook of his neck and thinks carefully about what to say. “I care about you,” she decides on. Nothing profound or poetic, just the truth. “I’m worried about you.”
normally, at the mention of caring, he would push her out of the bed & make her leave. not today. he’s too -- sad. a deep sigh, eyes close. “ you shouldn’t. “
deucalionsdarcy.
‘ crap, can i help? that stuff’s my jam. ’ she can help out with funding — this is something worthwhile. ‘ i bet they want to demolish it and make it into apartments, right? ’ her eyebrows rise as her arms fold across her chest, trying to preserve warmth. she’s got a habit of following smokers outside when she doesn’t smoke herself. ‘ my dad would be keen to help out too. ’
“ yeah, man ! that’d be rad. “ he grins, shoulders shrugging. “ i’m not sure. i think the planning permit said a complex of sorts. apartments, shopping. who knows ? “ he sighs, biting at his lips. nothing is worth knocking down a structure with such historical value. “ are y -- you’re cold. “ he mumbles, wondering why he hadn’t brought a jacket to give her. he looks at her, eyes widening slightly. “ your dad ? darcy, that kinda publicity that would come with your dad helping would be amazing. “
watchashea.
❛ Yeah. I remember the day some asshole decided to bring that shit into camp. Started preaching about how … whatever. ❜ frowning deeply, he looks back at the target field, wanting to get it out of his system all over again. Eyes dart back to Bellamy. ❛ It wasn’t always like this. We’re more than perfectly fine with ambrosia and nectar. It’s from the gods, like… are you kidding me. I don’t understand ❜ jaw clenches, he lets out a breath. Quick glances over. ❛ Like they could probably cure your addiction. No problem.❜ back forward. ❛ I want to just toss them out. The opium. There’s no point in having it in a demigod camp. ❜
“ not the greatest of things. “ he mumbles, as though he hasn’t gotten some stashed away under his bed. bites at his tongue for a moment, arms folding over his chest as he does so. “ yeah, i remember. when we first got here, o & i, it was rare they’d give you it. o was pretty banged up when we got here, maybe three mouthfuls of ambrosia & she was fine. i just don’t get it. “ he shrugs, looking away. ares’ son takes a moment to think, before smiling a little. “ then what would the hypnos kids do ? they make the opium. other than that, what’re they good for ? “
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Murphy doing everything he can to prevent Bellamy from dying.
❝ You keep secrets from me. You make me feel small. ❞
“ y’wouldn’t like me so much if you knew my secrets, gina. “
the way i hear bellamy in your replies!
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You write Bellamy's emotions really well, like you understand them so they come across in such a raw way? I'm struggling to explain but you're just really good at writing Bell, okay.
stop this