Peace Is A Foreign Concept

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber3

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It was just moments after the burning of Gustus' body. He had been cut, and killed . . . as simple as that. It was almost immediate after Bellamy had outed him for being the culprit behind this. For framing Raven. She was getting her wounds looked after, though it just showed the remaining unnease between the Arkers and Grounders. Bellamy still didn't trust them. He still didn't tihnk that Mount Weather would be worth it unless they had an inside man.

But Clarke had shut down that idea, and he wasn't going to argue. Not right now anyway. He as too stubborn to let something like that go. He would just need a way to approach it tactfully. Right now however, things were still unwinding, getting back to some form of normal. Well, as normal as could be expected between two former enemies now finding a common enemy to unite under. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Such was the case as they were brought together by the need to save their people from the Mountain. And hopefully, everyone would stay true to that. Bellamy had just checked up on Raven, returning back outside where there were various clusters of people about. His eyes met the Commander's. Lexa. One who had seemed surprised by Gustus' supposed betrayal, and at the same time . . . Bellamy could understand where he was coming from. He would do anything to protect her, and the older Blake sibling knew exactly what that felt like.

The protective instinct. He doubted they would get a proper apology for the accuasation and actions against Raven. He didn't expect it. He wasn't even convinced that there would be an everlasting peace among the groups. But for now . . . he was here, and he ahd to embrace that. With the Commander only a few steps away, Bellamy approached her, noticing how her nearby guards tensed up and inched a bit closer to her once Bellamy was near enough to her to speak. "What now?" He questioned. What was their next great plan here.

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Bellamy’s approach didn’t just make Lexa’s guards tense, but it made her tense as well. Her walls were up and thicker than ever—Gustus’ death was justice. It solidified her order. Raven did not deserve to be punished the way that she was—but the betrayal she felt when Bellamy exposed Gustus’ plan was great, as was the pain she felt when she shoved her sword through his heart. Be strong. She said to herself, in her mind where she kept all those feelings and betrayals locked down tighter than even the prisons and chambers in Polis. What now. What now? Lexa drew in a long and calculated breath before turning to look at Bellamy when she was sure that all traces of grief were washed away and hidden under a stoic expression and a commander’s gaze.

“You should be with the others taking care of Raven,” she said with narrowed eyes. She didn’t trust or like Bellamy and she knew the feeling was mutual. “When things calm, we will continue our plans to assault the mountain. That is what we do now.”

She turned again, her back to him as she frowned with focus, waving her hand to dismiss her guards. They were too close; smothering her when they knew she did not need to be coddled like an infant. She was as safe as anything here. The Sky People would not harm her—they didn’t even attempt to, but the trust was so breakable. It was paper thin and torn at the edges... That needed to change before they could truly work together. She needed time to adjust to the loss of her friend, not that she would admit that.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: amber3

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy fought back the emotions that threatened to surface as she spoke of how he should be with Raven, helping take care of her. Bellamy had been one of the first people there to help her down and even helped tend to her wounds. She wouldn't have even been in that position had it not been for the Grounders and their apparent eagerness to target an Arker any chance they got. "She's resting," he stated bluntly. "She got cut up pretty bad." He doubted the Commander would feel guilt or remorse for this, but Bellamy felt the need to say it anyway.

That she was tortured, for no damn reason. No moment of consideration. No thorough investigation. The protectiveness he felt toward his people, was what made him so damn angry at them for accusing her so quickly. That, and his care for Raven. Lexa then went on to say that they would continue their plans against Mount Weather. He didn't like taking orders from her but knew that they had no other choice. Grounders had the numbers . . . though Bellamy still believed they needed an inside man. Otherwise, what would make this time so drastically different than the other times Grounders fought the Mountain Men? Assuming there was another time.

"And what if another one of your people decide to frame one of mine?" Bellamy looked at Lexa, trying to keep his voice leveled and while it remained stoic, he was obviously displeased -- to say the least -- that she was so quick to punish Raven. That all her people were, not even just her. And it made Bellamy fear -- as well as have to prepare himself -- that this could happen again. "I doubt this'll be the last time," he added on. Question was, would she react differently next time or be just as swift to punish an Arker? This was why Bellamy didn't often deal with Grounder politics. Best leave it for those like Clarke and Abby . . . but he couldn't help it now. He couldn't just let Raven get cut like she did, and pretend as if it didn't happen or that it remained unacknowledged.