#II. v. post season two | we have not yet earned our peace

[merrysavior]

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      “ I met you in the dark, you LIT ME UP. You made me feel as though I was ENOUGH. ”

[merrysavior]

“That doesn’t look like a scratch.” -gina

That Doesn’t Look Like A Scratch  |  Meme Here  |  Accepting

   So close. Despite the pain still shooting up and down the length of his arm, Bellamy only falters for a moment before continuing his feeble attempt at wrapping the wound that seems to paint his forearm an unsettling shade of crimson. Shoulders sag a bit at the sound of her voice, tension momentarily forgotten and a feeling resembling peace settles over the man as an involuntary smile tugs at chapped lips. He used to enjoy hunting trips, being outside of the gates and among the actual trees. He used to miss the days at the Dropship when that’s all it seemed to be. Now….

   Now three days feels like too long without having heard that voice and there’s a sense of comfort to be found within the walls of Arkadia. Or maybe he just isn’t quite ready to admit that the comfort stems from one particular person within those walls. Head shifts in her direction, though his gaze stays focused on the task at hand and if he tries hard enough, Bellamy can almost convince himself it’s not because he’s avoiding seeing The Look. 

     “ I’d say it could’ve been a lot worse, but something tells me that won’t really make much of a difference… ”