Where is Bellamy?

[amber4]

TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

There was a part of Niylah that didn’t want to believe how much blood was spilt on the land she rode across. The field before Arkadia was not strewn with bodies or stained, but she still heard the stories of the massacre that started it all... She was no warrior; no fighter. Niylah was not even a trader anymore. All she had was her horse and a bag of belongings tied to the saddle. She couldn’t survive alone... So coming to Arkadia was an act of true desperation. She just hoped that Bellamy... remembered her. After all, when she discovered she was carrying his child, her life had been thrown upside-down. After four months she couldn’t hide it anymore. As she approached, she heard yelling—she saw guns being raised over a wall and her hands shot up. “I am not here to fight!” she called out loudly, approaching the gate slowly. “I need to see Bellamy!”

She didn’t expect them to see her as that much of a threat. She was unarmed—but when guards came out under the Arkadia arch, she was met with hostility and quickly spoken words. They told her to get down from her horse but the moment she moved her hands, their guns were raised once again. “Easy,” she said slowly as she moved. They wouldn’t shoot her... would they? Despite everything Niylah still thought the sky people tried to follow a moral compass... perhaps they felt threatened... Before she was on the ground, one of the guards grabbed her roughly by the back of her coat and yanked her down and off the horse—making her yelp with surprise and pain when she hit the ground. What the hell was wrong with these people?

“Please stop—I mean you no harm—“ she said louder now as they pulled her up to her feet roughly. The fall twisted her ankle... where the hell were they taking her? “Bellamy! I need to talk to Bellamy!” She said, louder and louder each time while two guards pulled her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together with sharp plastic ties. She didn’t think.... they would take her as a prisoner? Perhaps turn her away but this? Hells she hoped Bellamy was close. “Please just get me Bellamy! I need to talk to him that’s all!” She tried not to fight the rough handling as she was brought into the large and intimidating building... The metal structure scared her, even if it may have interested her before. The guards—or whoever these sky people were didn’t listen to her at all—but took her deeper into this metal monster... A large door seemed to open on its own before she was met with a glass room...

She recognized people inside... they were her people. Her eyes widened with shock before they opened the door and all but shoved her inside without cutting the tight plastic binds... She turned around just as they closed the door. “Where is Bellamy!?” Her heart was pounding... please by all the gods she hoped he could get her out of here... Tell them she wasn’t here to hurt them. That was the only way anyone could behave this way wasn’t it? It had to be out of fear. The adrenaline coursing through her veins couldn't have been healthy or safe for the child she was carrying, and now that she had a chance to stand, her ankle seemed to flare furiously... 

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Things were tense. To say the least. Pike had attacked the Grounder army and while Bellamy could understand where the man was coming from, he hadn't gone with him. He had tried to appeal to Pike, saying that everyone needed to take a deep breath and figure things out but Pike was a man of action. Bellamy couldn't entirely fault him for that. Hell, if the situation were reversed . . . he may very well do the same. But their experiences with Grounders was what separated them.

Bellamy had been helped by a select few in the past. Lincoln. Echo. Niylah. So he couldn't generalize all of them. At the same time . . . he didn't agree with being in the coalition. It left him conflicted. He only knew that staying on Pike's good side was key right now, and that he couldn't do anything to sever his ties with him. Like Marcus had. He needed to be in the known so that he could have some control of the situation. They were on the brink of another war . . . or perhaps the same war. It just needed to end, yet Bellamy feared how many deaths that would take.

He had been in his quarters, returning from a training session, when a knock on the door prompted him to immediately answer it. A guard on the other side informed him that a Grounder had come and that she was demanding to speak to him. This was enough to instantly peak Bellamy's interest as he made his way to where he knew she was being kept. Grounders were not safe here. Not even Lincoln. But who he saw on the other side, made him pause, using every ounce of strength within him not to say her name. Not to let his face show the emotions that her mere presence suddenly arouse in him.

He had not forgotten about her. Not for a second. She had saved his life twice, and well, the connection they had found in each other that night . . . was impossible to forget. But seeing her now, like this, her hands bound . . . it made a rage start to fill him that he didn't dare express. He had to remain stoic. For both their sakes. "Bring her to one of the rooms. I need to speak to her in private." He was trying to sound detached, but Bellamy knew his emotions got the better of him.

Yet, he managed to keep himself composed. "The Chancellor ordered--" "You think he'll have a problem with me ordering you?" He knew he wouldn't. Pike trusted Bellamy to an extent. But furthermore, Bellamy had to maintain the trust of others. The guard fell silent before nodding, opening the door and pulling her out. Bellamy had to suppress a cringe at seeing her treated like that. But he couldn't ask that she been unbound. Not yet. When they got to the room, Bellamy dismissed the guard, knowing that he would be right outside the closed door.

The second it shut, Bellamy quickly approached Niylah, pulling out his dagger and cutting the plastic ties that bound her hands. Tucking the weapon away he looked intently at her face, no longer needing to withhold his emotions that had arisen due to seeing her. "You ok?" He asked, one hand going to her cheek, hating what they had done to her, and afraid that he couldn't keep her safe here. "Niylah what are you doing here? It's not safe for you." But then, surely she knew that. And she had come anyway. It just made him worry even more as to what had happened that would cause her to take such a risk.

[amber4]

TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

Niylah watched silently, staring at Bellamy through her hazel eyes as he commanded one of the officers who had pulled her off her horse. They listened to him? She couldn’t imagine him being a part of this—group of people who treated her people so horribly but the way he commanded the one guard had her questioning everything she knew about him. She showed no emotion, just as he showed none... This was a different Bellamy than she thought she knew, which only scared her more.

When the guard grabbed her to move her to the other room she didn’t struggle—though he acted as if she was by dragging her along like a doll. It wasn’t until the door shut behind him that she let out a breath. Bellamy moved fast to cut the plastic binds, and she rubbed her wrists with a deep frown. When he touched her she flinched and her eyes narrowed with confusion. “Why did they listen to you?” she asked through tight lips. “Do... you command them?” she couldn’t imagine Bellamy being behind something like this. There were people dying in that room... “I knew it wasn’t safe but—this?” How did she tell him... What would he do? She’d romanticized this...

She thought that he would be able to help her but it seemed like he was working with people who would sooner cut her child out of her. She’d never seen such a clear distinction between her people and his. “Bellamy tell me you’re trying to stop this... that you aren’t a part of it.”

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Her question was a fair one. An understandable one. But . . . not an easy one to answer. Why did they listen to him. Does he command them. It wasn't a clear cut yes or no. He was more of an enforcer rather than a leader, but at the same time . . . he had to keep his protest to a minimum. Otherwise, he would lose all position and rank and he would be no good to anyone in a cell. Some seemed to believe that he had massive influence with the masses, but Bellamy wasn't trying to rally up anyone right now. He lowered his hand from her cheek. He would not lie to her. He would not sugar coat the truth. Everyone knew what was happening, and Niylah deserved an honest answer.

"I wasn't with those who attacked the army." He didn't know if that counted for something. But he had tried to tell Pike to slow down. Unfortunately, his influence over Charles wasn't too strong. "I'm not in charge here." Which was true. He didn't call the shots. He never had ever since the rest of the Ark came down. "But these are still my people." Which meant he wouldn't go against them either. He wouldn't go as far as to try and kill Pike. Hell, he understood where the guy was coming from. And he had reached his breaking point after the attack on his people at Mount Weather. "What made you come?" Because he knew it had to be something. What had happened that put her in such dire circumstances? It wasn't that he was not happy to see her but . . . he'd much rather she be safe rather than allow his own selfish desires to cloud what was best for her. It was why he had never been in a relationship before. Well, one of the many reasons anyway.

[amber4]

TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

Niylah stared at him for a long moment, trying to decide if she could even trust him. What would he do when he found out? He couldn’t tell anyone about it. Besides, she would end up locked up again she was sure of it. “I shouldn’t have come,” she said slowly as she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. Bellamy wasn’t in charge. Of course he wasn’t... he wouldn’t have done this... She could see it here though; the weight he had on his shoulders—carrying his people. She only got a glimpse before, but she didn’t realize how much they looked up to him. “I shouldn’t have come—I’ve... just made everything so complicated.” Her tone was tight as she fought off tears—tears. What the hell was wrong with her... She cleared her throat and looked down at Bellamy’s hands, thinking over her words very carefully.

“You didn’t ask for this... I thought... you turning me away was the worst that could happen.” Again, she swallowed that pesky lump in her throat. “I realize now that I really... really shouldn’t have come here.” It had been one night... She saw him as her hero; lifesaver and hell... she felt things for him that made no sense considering how little time they were actually together. Then he never came back. All chaos broke loose... “My father cast me out. I don’t have anywhere to go—I don’t have anything anymore... I just didn’t know what to do.” She avoided his gaze for a moment before shaking her head and forcing out the words—knowing they would either mess his life up completely—or worse. “I’m with child,” she said carefully with her eyes on his. “I know that it’s yours... I haven’t been with anyone else.”

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She shouldn't have come? What was going on here? He could tell that whatever had brought her here was clearly distressing. And for good reason. She had walked into the enemy's camp, which only reinforced his belief that it must have been something incredibly serious to have pushed her to this point of coming. He wanted to ask how she had made everything complicated, he wanted to ask so many things . . . her statements only causing more questions to arise. What didn't he ask for? How was turning away the best thing? Granted, it had been damn hard. But he couldn't endanger her like that.

He had wanted to see her again, more than he could have ever imagined. But going to her with Pike in charge would have put a target on her back. He couldn't be that selfish. He couldn't let his personal desires endanger the life of someone he so deeply cared about. So he hadn't even contacted her, believing it was for her own protection. Besides, failing someone else he cared about was . . . well, he would never forgive himself if anything happened to her because of him.

Yet it seemed to be too late to hope for something else, for she was already harmed and already in danger now, here, because of him. He didn't interrupt her words. He let her continue, a flicker of confusion set into his gaze when she spoke of how her father had cast her out. Was it because of him? Had it happened right after she returned home and she had just been on her own ever since? So many questions. And yet . . . all of them fled his mind when she said that simple phrase that was not so simple at all. In a way, all his questions had been answered by that one sentence.

"I'm with child."

Bellamy's eyes ever so slightly widened at this revelation. She was . . . pregnant. And it was his. She hadn't been with anyone else since. And neither had he. Not that it really mattered right now. His eyes subconsciously fell to her stomach, the knowledge that there was a life growing in there now strong in his mind. Consuming every part of him and yet this truth hadn't even begun to process. She was pregnant, and the child was his. Bellamy knew all too well the impossibility of giving up a child, physically as well as emotionally. And yet right now, he had to wonder . . . what was safer for the child: for Bellamy to embrace it as his own, or to deny any parental right he had to it as a father. His emotions however tended to overpower any logical thought or rationality.

Right now, he was too overwhelmed by the fact that he was going to be a father. That in that one night of passion and so much more, they had created a life. He wasn't even certain how much silence had passed. He couldn't bring himself to speak. Her father cast her out, and she was a prisoner here. Right. That was what he needed to prioritize. "I . . . " He didn't even know what to say. "Need to get you out of here." Because he wasn't sure how to acknowledge what she said. How could he not be a father? How could he be a father? Family had always been his first priority; it had always been his responsibility. How could he deny something that had been ingrained in him ever since he was a child?

He was trying to take one thing at a time, not even knowing where to begin. "I, wanted to come Niylah." He wasn't sure why that was relevant right now, but he knew his emotions were getting the better of him. "But I couldn't." Because of everything happening. Because of the position it would put her in and the risk it would pose to her. "And now I don't . . . " Know what to do. What was best for her and the child. But he couldn't articulate that. Because the possibility of not being in their lives was far to painful. "I need to get you out of here," he repeated. One thing at a time. Her safety . . . their child's safety, was more important. More than anything else.

[amber4]

TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

She watched him in silence as he processed the information. His eyes flickered with emotion but his expression remained the same. In such a short time Niylah had learned that it was his eyes that showed his true self—that he had learned to hide those emotions behind a stoic expression. Every muscle; every fiber of her being was waiting for him to speak; waiting for his choice. What was he going to do? Even her breathing seemed to halt as she waited for him... and when he spoke, she didn’t know what to say... We have to get you out of here... It was probably the best she could hope for but it didn’t acknowledge the real, pressing issue. Even if they got her out where would she go? They had her horse, her bag, everything she possessed but the clothes on her back. The realization of this and the fact that he didn’t reply made that lump rise again. Swallowing hard didn’t make it go away it just stayed there; uncomfortable and threatening to spill—but Niylah never cried.

“—How” she said, breaking through the heavy lump with a whisper. She heard him when he said that he wanted to come... she would be lying if she said she didn’t wait for him. Every night when she heard a knock on the door or was woken by animals scurrying behind the post she thought of him. She hoped it would be him... She knew she couldn’t go to him so she waited until that lovesickness faded into reality. Seeing him now—being in this situation seemed to stir all the emotions she had. They always said that women who carried were clouded with emotion but she’d never believed it till now. Hesitantly she took his hand in hers, only for a moment... “Bellamy they have everything... How are you going to get me out of here...” without her food, water, supplies... she was a dead woman unless she could get to TonDC and find help, or Polis where she could find work. Either way it was a long journey. A journey he clearly would not be taking.

That was what made the lump stay; knowing that coming here only did harm. He was stuck, thanks to the politics of Arkadia, or maybe he just didn’t want a child with her. She wasn’t his people. He felt guilty because she saved him, maybe... that’s why he wanted to get her out. Naturally she thought of the worst possible outcome, and with every thought she tried to swallow the feeling—gasping and gulping dry air to reign those feelings in and focus on surviving. “Will... they let me leave?”

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

How. That was a damn good question. He hadn't the faintest idea, but he made no show of that. This wasn't the first time he was in a situation where he needed to protect someone, but had no idea what to do. It had practically been the case with him and Clarke when they were leading the delinquents. Only this time . . . it involved something far deeper. She was not just a random Grounder. She was Niylah. And she was carrying his child. No matter how many times that statement played over and over in his head, he couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. There were too many emotions he was currently experiencing. Feeling her take his hand, made him never want to let go.

He was unsure if she realized just how much comfort he himself derived from her simple touch. "I'll find a way," he stated, his tone and expression determined. Stubborn. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, continuing to hold onto it. It was her last question that caused him to pause. Would they let her leave. He feared the answer to that. She would be imprisoned with the others. Kept there for the same reasons. Because letting them out would be a risk. They knew too much about their defenses and such. Pike would not separate Niylah from that. Besides, The Chancellor could decide to kill all of them at once . . . and what then? Bellamy would be powerless to stop it, just as he was powerless to stop Pike from attacking the army. He couldn't take that risk with Niylah. He refused.

He would need to get Kane's help. Surely, he knew something that could help this situation. "I won't let anything happen to you Niylah." The words came out so easily. Words that he often said to his sister. And now, that proactive instinct was channeled into Niylah and their child. "Where else can you go that you'll be safe?" He asked, needing to know details of her travel plans. Tondc? Polis? He would take her there. But that was as far as the plan went. He couldn't abandon his people. But how the hell could he abandon her? He knew he should just focus on getting her out above all else. His entire life had consisted of taking things one day at a time; this was no exception.

[amber4]

TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

When he squeezed her hand that lump shrunk in size. It was silly that a gesture like that was soothing but she took it and did not pull her hand away from his. She could practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure it out, but the question still remained... was he going with her. How could she even ask that of him? Before, when the other woman was in charge she could have potentially stayed—but that was a different story now... Then he said it; that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her... She had to assume that meant both of them. Her, and their unborn child. She tried to think of somewhere she could stay; realistically without anything to offer as currency. “Polis... I can.. find somebody in Polis.” She leaned in to cup his face nervously with her fingers playing in the soft curls of his hair... This whole... situation was so stressful. She was trying her best to stay calm.

“You can’t get yourself into trouble... If I’d known what this place had turned into I never would have come. I never would have told you. I know I should have gone straight to Polis...” She’d regret that she didn’t... but there was a time for regrets and a time for action and planning. Her thumbs traced over his cheekbones as though she was memorizing him all over again. It was strange how powerful their bond had been over a night alone... but she knew he was stressed as well. “I missed you,” she whispered quietly. She leaned her forehead against his before kissing him softly and slowly—tongue tracing his lower lip softly as she shifted closer.

“I thought... I needed to tell you. You had to know. I don’t know why it just felt wrong to hide it from you and move on like it wasn’t yours...” Truthfully she was grasping for help; for support and family. Bellamy saved her once and she stupidly let herself become somebody else he had to take care of. It was the last thing he needed. “I can figure this out when I am out of here...”

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Niylah assured him that she could find someone in Polis. He also knew that Clarke was there. Someone she was at least familiar with . . . someone that he knew. Despite how hurt he was by Clarke's actions, it was reassuring to have someone there. Someone that wasn't strictly Grounder.

"Alright. We have a destination." That was a start. A place to go so that they could figure this out. Because . . . he had no idea what would come after. He only knew that he had to get her there. She then told him that he couldn't get himself in trouble . . . that she never would have come nor told him if she knew what this place had turned into. It was difficult to agree or disagree with her. On the one hand, he knew he needed to know this.

On the other hand, it put her and the baby in danger. He couldn't be that selfish to put his own desire to be a father and paternal responsibility above the safety of Niylah and their unborn child. It just further reinforced what Bellamy already knew: it was truly a curse to care about him, because those that did . . . were endangered due to it. Or dead. He was determined to prevent the latter. He couldn't lose her. "I'm going to make sure you get there, Niylah," he told her, his voice strong and determined.

"I'm . . . honored you told me." That was the best way he could say it; the best way to articulate it. Was he glad? He didn't know. Only because he hated the position it had put her in. The danger it had put her and the baby in. How could he be glad about that? And yet, it was becoming increasingly impossible to imagine a future without her. Without being at her side. The soft touch of her thumb caressing his skin was a sensation he'd missed every since that night.

He thought about her often. He missed her embrace, the way she made him feel. The comfort she provided him with where no one else had been able to. He just looked at her, soft intent in his eyes, her words touching his very heart. "Me too." He missed her. How could he not? It was a selfish admittance but he had to say it. Because he cared about her. Because even if it was just one night, it was a night unlike any other he'd experienced. She was special. So damn special.

The moment her lips touched his, it was as if in that moment, everything else ceased to exist. He closed his eyes, embracing her. Embracing the kiss. Losing himself in it where he wished he could stay forever. His hand reached up to touch her cheek in return, slightly deepening it but knew that it could not last long. He felt the immediate deprivation when she pulled away, longing to slip back into that world and not the harsh reality of their lives.

"I wish it didn't cost you this," he told her truthfully, his hand still on her cheek, his forehead still against hers, because he couldn't bare the distance, knowing that their time together right now was limited. "You deserve better than this. You both do." Better than what he could provide. Than what his existence had done to her. Pike would not let her go and whatever happened to her . . . was because of who Bellamy was. Was because of his failure to protect her.

"We'll figure it out," he corrected. Because he wasn't leaving her until they knew what to do. "Let's just take one thing at a time. Right now, the goal is to get you to Polis." No matter what it took. "Think you can hang tight until tonight?" He asked, knowing she didn't really have a choice, but wanted to pose the question as a means of prompting the question regarding how she was doing, how she was handling this . . . and hating that she had to.

[amber4]

TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

We’ll figure this out—it meant the world to her to hear it... His skin against hers left subtle vibrations as he spoke. Her eyes had closed for a moment, just desperate to take a moment to enjoy the warmth of having him so close. He sounded confident, but not... This was dangerous, and there was no way that it would be so simple. There were guards that patrolled at night. There had to be... So how did he think he would get her out of the camp? More importantly, would he come with her? How could she expect him to leave his people for this. It took ages for her to take a deep breath and process exactly what he was saying... Her hand tightened around his enough that her knuckles ached in protest.

“If they find out you helped me...” she let the question trail off into nothingness before she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against the crook of his neck. Another deep breath pulled the familiar scent of him into her throat and her arms tightened in response. How could one night do this to them? It was mutual. She knew that now- but that didn’t make it any less strange... “I can hold on until tonight... I’ll try to help some of the others...” they looked like they were starving and injured. She couldn’t imagine who would keep them in there without aid, but she would do what she could for them in the meantime.

As long as Bellamy was coming back for her, she had nothing to fear. She could calm down... For a long moment she held onto him before letting go and pulling away to wipe tears that didn’t exist. She looked up at him then—at those gorgeous yet pained brown eyes and nodded lightly. “I can go back and wait for you. Maybe... if you can get me new clothes it’ll be easier to sneak me out...” Regretfully she even let go of his hand before standing up and preparing herself for the longest wait of her life... But she needed to let Bellamy come up with a plan and pull the strings he needed to pull in order to get her out of the web she’d gotten herself tangled in. “If only they listened to you tell them to let me leave,” she teased sadly before looking at the door with a frown.

She looked back at him and reached up to run her fingers through his thick curls and pulled him down to her level so that she could kiss him properly before he brought her back to the cell. It wasn’t soft—but it was desperate, as though it could be the last one. It was deep and hungry, but burned with longing. He was her air—and she had no idea when she would be able to breathe again.

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Niylah's trailed off statement allowed them both to know what the consequences would be should he be found out. Bellamy would lose his position with Pike more than likely. But he didn't give a damn. This was not something he needed to even think twice about. He had to get her out of here; he had to protect her and their child no matter the cost. And having her locked up in prison, was too risky to just hope for the best. He hand rested on the back of her head as she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him and resting against his neck.

"Just be careful Niylah," he told her. Her caring and compassionate nature was one of the many things he found attractive about her. It was what had drawn him to her. So he knew he couldn't tell her not to help the others -- he would even bother trying to say that. But, he was worried about her situation. "I'm on it," he assured her when she suggested getting clothes for her to better disguise her. "I wish they would. But this is out of my control." He knew she was teasing, but at the same time . . . wished for her.

He knew that if he was really depserate, he may be able to rally the others against Pike, just as he had helped rally them to support Charles. But . . . he didn't want that. The civil unrest wouldn't do them any good, though it already did exist to an extent. He wouldn't do it, unless absolutely imperative. When he drew back to close the contact between them once more, Bellamy deepened the kiss, breathing into it, basking in it. He damn well needed to get her out of here and was terrified of the alternative. He never wanted to pull away and yet, practically had to force his lips apart, though allowed them to hover over hers, his forehead resting against her own. "I'm so sorry, Niylah," he apologized. he couldn't say that enough. He had endangered her, this was his fault entirely.

Swallowing and trying to regain his composure he reached into his pocket, hating that he would have to do this but they needed to for the sake of appearances. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, taking a small step back from her. Everything part of him was protesting, wanting nothing more than to kiss her, to tell her how much she meant to him. "I need to put these on you," he said, the regret in his voice but alas, there was no other choice. "Just, don't struggle against them and it won't hurt. I'll take them off as soon as you're in the cell." Which, didn't make things much better but it was all he could offer in this moment. He would however wait until she was ready before putting them around her delicate wrists, and hating the sight of it.

[amber4]

TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

Niylah drew in a breath as he pulled away and looked up at him with widened eyes-- sad that he had to break the kiss. She wanted to stay in this room with him, protected against the guards outside... She wasn't sure what would happen if they returned and found them locked together and close... It was what allowed her to take a step back and nod in understanding. "Stop apologizing Bellamy..." her words were soft as she looked at the handcuffs he held in his hand. "This is not your fault." It wasn’t... Really, she came without thinking about the consequences and now Bellamy was in a spot he shouldn’t have been.

It took a long time for her to calm herself as her sights fell onto the metal cuffs, but she knew it would be a short walk. The metal seemed less painful than the sharp plastic and she knew Bellamy would be gentle, but being restrained took some preparation. “How many girls have you used those on,” she teased breathlessly with a grin before turning around and hesitantly offering him her wrists. Her fists were tight. “Or have you used them?” Still her voice was teasing and desperate for a distraction... He’d need to leave her in the cell, but at least he would let her go.

“Please hurry,” she said after a moment as she turned her head to look at him. There was fear in her eyes when she thought about it. He could be caught... Or maybe he’d be convinced against freeing her. She wasn’t sure... “Just promise you’ll come for me. Really...”

OWL

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber4

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She told him to stop apologizing, saying that this wasn't his fault. How many times he had heard those words. How they were untrue every single time. This was absolutely his fault. It was all his fault. Yet he knew she had far too strong a heart to ever place the blame on him, where it should rightfully be. So he couldn't say anything in return. He didn't want these last moments to be filled with debate, for he knew that just as she would never blame him . . . he would never exempt himself of the guilt.

She then asked a teasing question regarding the cuffs, a faint smile on his lips though it lacked any joviality. He knew that going into the details of his past sexcapades was probably not a good idea. For he knew in what manner she was implying using them. "Trust me when I say I wish this wasn't our first experience using them together," he attempted to tease in return, not quite answering her question, but encouraging the distraction as he hesitantly opened the metal bracelet. He paused before reaching for her wrist, taking a deep breath. He leaned toward her, his lips touching the skin of her cheek in a lingering kiss as he clasped the metal bracelet shut, two clicks from the action, her hands now bound, her wrist secured. She then told him to promise he would come for her.

Words he didn't need to think twice about. His lips moved from her cheek, dragging to her ear where he spoke directly in it, a low toned whisper. "I promise I'll come for you." And he meant it. He would never betray that. He would not betray her. Letting the position linger for a few moments, he slowly turned her around to face him, taking in the sight of her beautiful face. The temptation was too much as he once more leaned forward to kiss her, pulling back after only mere seconds. He needed to regain his stoic demeanour. He couldn't tip anyone else off about this. "Ready?" He asked, as he positioned himself next to her, gently taking hold of one of her arms.

[amber4]

TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Bellamy Blake

Niylah relaxed as Bellamy leaned in to kiss her cheek, even if he was doing it to ease her back into the restraints. She trusted him... she didn’t struggle against them and though they were uncomfortable she did her best to act as if nothing had changed. She wasn’t smiling though, even when Bellamy teased the way he did—the situation was too... intimidating. Her head tiled slightly as he murmured by her ear and she did feel... better. He wouldn’t leave her there. God, she was scared that the whole prison of people would be executed, but she couldn’t worry about that now. She just knew Bellamy wouldn’t leave her. Not when he promised her he wouldn’t.

Then he turned her; kissed her once again... if she could, she’d wrap her arms around him and probably never let go, but as he pulled away she could see the facade returning and she had to respect that. Her expression flickered from a soft and accepting one to one of determination. She nodded once. “I’m ready,” she said calmly as he took her arm. How bad could things have gotten here—that this was the norm... Abby certainly couldn’t have had a hand in this.

She didn’t know though. She was an outsider to them... Apparently, they were all grouped together into one kill all category. It had to be hard for Bellamy.

OWL