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[Echo]

Echo had been to Polis before. When she was with her people and traveled here, it had taken over a week of travel to get here. The Sky People were closer, and it had only taken four. They'd arrived and Vallier had spoken before the commander, with a challenge for Roan--to prevent war, they'd settle this warrior to warrior. Nia had arrived just days after them, and taken her place to watch. The tension in the air between then two people were thick, and everyone was on edge. The sun was just setting, and Echo stood that the window looking out. Unlike the one in their home, this window had no glass that kept out the sounds and wind. The heat here was strong, and she was unused to needing to little to keep warm.

And she felt cold without her thick coats and furs. When the sun came up, Va-Bellamy would fight Roan. Either way it would end here. Perhaps. Echo knew she'd never be able to go back to her people, but without Bellamy as a tie to his she wasn't sure she could stay there either. Yet that was where Rosa's best chance stood. Which was why Echo had left earlier, and had sought out Bellamy's father while Bellamy spent time with his sister. She'd asked something of him--and he had refused at first, but in the end she insisted. If Bellamy fell, Rosa could not be in the city. Echo didn't know what would happen if he did. If Bellamy won, Echo knew Nia would not take it peacefully. She'd be bound by law to obey and not start a war--but if they were caught in the open, she could not swear that Nia would not press her anger. Marcus would take Rosa at dawn, and with a small group of Sky Warriors, use other roads to get back to their gates. They had raydeos that allowed them to speak to each other over distance--Marcus would be in touch the whole time.

It was unfair of her to ask so much of a father, but he was one of the few she trusted. Turning from the window, Echo watched Bellamy as he walked around the room with his daughter in his arms. He wore nothing but his pants, as the heat was thick here. Even with the markings of her people over his skin, she thought he looked of both worlds. She had come to learn more about who he had been, and come to know who he was now. Vallier was a warrior of the Ice Nation, and she thought of him less as that now. She thought more of him as Bellamy, the man before her now. She could see him honoring the beliefs of her people, and using what he knew of his own to help his father lead them. She understood now, after seeing Bellamy, what had drew her toward Vallier.

It was his honor. His strength within his kindness. Her people hid everything under their strength, and saw kindness as weakness. He had been more then that. He had proven you could be both, and made her wish to be both as well. She had fallen in love with one, and had come to love the other more. And now, on the even before she could loose him, she wasn't sure what to say or do. She had come to see that with his people you were encouraged to speak up about these things, but she had never done so before. She also wasn't sure how he felt about all this, for he had been silent as well. Would he see her speaking up as doubts in him? Would that dishonor him, or make him doubt himself? Would he want to hear such things?

His deep voice int he soft timber had soothed Rosa to sleep, and Echo spoke in a tone she had never heard herself use before. It was thicker, and held much of what she felt--for she was unable to remain so still and stoic in the face of tomorrow. "To bed with her. I would speak with you before the night comes." Because she wasn't sure if this was their last night, but she was going to make sure that she had no regrets.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

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THE HELL WE WANT

Polis. The place they had come to set this all to an end. He had spoken to the Commander to settle this once and for all. Though . . . he'd be lying if he said he wasn't concerned should he come out victorious. Nia's pride was wounded and it wasn't something that would be appeased with a single fight to the death. But they would deal with that if it came to it. Right now, they were on neutral ground; territory not commanded by either side. When the sun rose, Bellamy would be out there, facing Roan. The human part of him was afraid. Of course he was. But he made no show of it. He'd spent some of the day with Octavia, as she, his father, and a few others had come to Polis with him. Among these . . . were Echo and Rosa. He was cradling his daughter in his arms, pressing her against his chest so that the warmth of his skin could comfort her.

It was so damn hard, every time he had to leave her, never knowing if he would see her again. He had out Echo and Rosa through far more than he ever wanted to. He had put his sister and father through far more than he ever wanted to. Bellamy had always known he didn't deserve love for having failed his mother and sister. To be loved by others was such a blessing, but for him to love them was a curse upon them; for he endangered them. He hurt them. It made his heart ache to know all the pain he'd inflicted upon them. And yet . . . he would fight for them. With every breath in his body, he would fight. Right now, he was lulling Rosa to sleep, speaking of stories he would once tell Octavia when she was a baby. When Rosa's eyes grew too heavy to keep open, and her breathing steadied, Bellamy could tell the second she drifted into a deep slumber.

A faint smile formed on his lips as he just watched her, taking in every detail of her perfection. Echo's voice broke him out of the trance, giving a small nod as he slowly made his way to her room, and carefully lay her down in the crib, draping a blanket over her. He said goodnight to her one more time, calling her his little princess one more time, before leaning down to tenderly kissed her forehead. After a few prolonged moments he returned to the main room to look at Echo. He did not fail to notice the unfamiliar tone she had spoke in -- one more thick with emotion than he had ever heard before. He also wasn't oblivious to just how much he had put her through. She didn't deserve it. And that fear of loving someone and being loved resurfaced . . . because he still did not know if Bellamy was someone she could love; if he was worthy of her affections.

Things had been tense between them, understandably so. He didn't blame her in the slightest. He just wished he could have spared her everything he put her through. She'd had to give up her life, her home, everything . . . because of him. He took a few steps toward her, wanting to tell her just how much she meant to him tonight, uncaring of how warriors did not speak of love. Bellamy did. And if he were to die tomorrow, he didn't want anything to be left unsaid. But bringing it up was a tad more challenging than one may assume. "She was very tired," Bellamy began to say in their language, knowing Rosa was always a safe topic to start with. "She may even sleep through the night." Which wasn't entirely rare for her, but they would all need their rest for tomorrow.

[Echo]

She could hear him tell his daughter that she was his princess, something she gathered had been his Sky Person parts coming out when he had forgotten himself. Echo refused to let doubts enter her mind about if this was the last him, but she was aware of it. She turned to look out the window once more, giving him time to say his good nights. Polis was so different from her home, and she both loved the sights and hated the weather. She knew this was well her last time here. Unless the Sky People ever joined the clans and submitted to Lexa's rule. When steps approached behind her she waited until they were close before turning once more to face him. "She was very tired," Bellamy told her, and Echo did not miss that he was speaking to her in her own language, rather then his. When she would later reply to his words, it too would be in her language. "She may even sleep through the night." At least someone would.

Taking a deep breath, Echo exhaled sharply. "It will do well, for tomorrow she will be with your father," Echo paused for only half second but it was to brace herself for telling him. "Leaving the city with the sun's arrival. We both know that when--" not if, she would not speak in what if's here. "--you defeat Roan, Nia's wrath will be great. She would be safer already away. I truth your father. He is a good man, and he has already agreed to take her down an unknown road and away from here." Should he fall it would be safer for her too, because Echo had see his sister's rage, and knew her wrath would be equally as great--and Echo wasn't sure she wouldn't join her.

Her tone, while not demanding, had been firm. There would be no room for argument, and he would know this. She did not speak to him often with that tone, but in this her mind was made. She would be here to see it happen, and she would send her daughter with the only person she trusted with her. Marcus Kane.

She wanted to tell him so much, yet a lifetime of never speaking up left her unknowing how to say the words. "Are you for tomorrow?" She asked instead, needing to know he was not lacking of will and dermination. "It would displease me if you don't come back." She told him, knowing displeased wasn't the right word, but she was trying to force the words out. Displeased sounded as if she would be angry with him, when in truth she would be devastated. She had struggled to hold his gaze while speaking of 'displeasure' because she knew that there was no anger there, there was only fear and her attemps at hiding it. She was afriad and she hated that she was unable to fully hide it. She would be brave beside him tomorrow, but here alone with him she was unable to hold it back. She looked away for a moment, clearly trying to stay strong before him, before looking back at him with slightly better control over herself. "I would miss you." She told him, coming as close to telling him how she felt, then she had ever come before.

For her, this was a big step, and she wasn't sure how he would see it. Weakness? Or something else?

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy kept his gaze on Echo as she began to speak of how Rosa would be with his father. He listently attentively, intently. It was the best plan to be honest. He trusted his father with her but at the same time . . . he didn't fail to acknowledge the fact that Echo's request also reflected her trust in the man. It meant more to Bellamy than he was capable of fully expressing. "That is her best option," he agreed. It would make his heart ache to be separated from his daughter -- and also knowing that Echo would be too -- but it was the safest best for Rosa, and was what they had to consider right now. "Octavia should go with them too," Bellamy stated. "She can help protect them both." She had skills that Marcus didn't, just like Marcus had skills that Octavia did not.

Together, they would be the perfect team to protect an innocent child. For apart from Echo, there were no two people that he trusted more. Bellamy also noticed her speak of when he defeated Roan and not if. He truly hoped he didn't give her cause to alter that thought; to betray the faith that she placed in him. He had no intention of dying tomorrow.

This wasn't a suicidal mission and he knew it. He had the greatest incentive of all to fight and live: his family. She then asked him if he was ready for tomorrow. Bellamy approached her, standing next to her as they were gazing out the window with the beautiful sight of Polis. The cool breeze refreshing on his otherwise warm skin, allowing his hair to naturally blow off from his forehead. "As ready as I can be." A simple but honest answer. She then revealed she would be displeased if he didn't come back. A hint of a smirk formed on his face as he turned his head to look at her.

The impact of the words making his heart swell with so many emotions. She was opening up, in ways that the culture they were once completely a part of prohibited them from doing. He just looked at her, a softer gaze in his face, letting himself slowly slip into an unguarded expression. Or at least not as heavily guarded as most other times. He felt safe around her. Not just physically, but emotionally too. "It is never my desire to displease you." He had initially thought he could tease her in response, but the reality of their situation was far too grim. The guilt he held in his heart far too heavy. Any sign of the smirk was gone and left in its stead was an expression of soft intent. "I'm sorry." Warriors didn't often apologize, but right now . . . he was Bellamy. He was a man who had hurt the woman he loved and if he never said these words, it would be one of his greatest regrets until he drew his last breath -- which could very well be tomorrow.

"For all I have put you through." He may not have said these words had she not verbalized her own emotions first. He never wanted her to see him as weak, but with what he said now . . . it was also his attempt to assure her that it was ok to open up to him. That this was not weakness. That love, made a person strong. He had always feared that she would not love Bellamy, but her words were starting to ease that fear. Though it would never diminish his certainty of knowing he was undeserving of her love. "And after tomorrow, I hope you give me the opportunity to make up for it." Another indication that he had no intention to fall in tomorrows battle. He raised his hand to her cheek, gently resting it there against her soft skin. "Even if it takes the rest of my life." Because he would dedicate it to her, to Rosa; to his family.

[Echo]

"That is her best option," Echo wasn't sure what to make of his agreement. Did he want their daughter gone for her saftey, or to make sure she wouldn't be here in case the unthinkable happens? "Octavia should go with them too, she can help protect them both." That was even more telling then his first words. "You can ask that of her." Echo told him, as she would not ask this of his sister because; "I do like like being told no." And she knew the warrior would not leave her brother. She had come to see them in the time they had spent with the Sky People. She had come to see their bond, how their heads bend together when talking, and how they spent so much time together. It was not jealously but envy that Echo had. She wanted that. They were stronger together, and she didn't do it by training but by the bond. By speaking of things she could not bring herself to speak of. Or at least not until now.

He moved to stand with her, and Echo turned her head to look at him. With the orange and reds of the sky it have his pensive face other worldly features. His hair blowing back and forwards wit the wind. She watched him until he spoke, taking in the details of his face. This would be how she remembered him if he fell--though she had faith in him, and was counting on him being stronger then Roan. "As ready as I can be." She knew he was looking at her, and so she tilted her face back up to him, looking at the expression on his face. They were warriors! This wasn't supposed to be who they were! They were supposed to be strong, and not torn between emotions they could do nothing about! "It is never my desire to displease you." She looked away, her lips pulling into a bitterly amused small smile; though it only lasted about the same length as his.

This was why she had changed her mind. He made her laugh, and see the world differently. The feeling was a drug that she couldn't get out of her blood. "I'm sorry." Her brows bent at that, and she turned her head, and even apart of her body to look up at him. "For all I have put you through."

"And after tomorrow, I hope you give me the opportunity to make up for it." His hand lifted to rest on her face, the size of his palm enough to cover her whole cheek. "Even if it takes the rest of my life." Echo stepped forward and lifted her face so it could rest on his lowered one, and they could just touch foreheads, standing this close. They'd not done this since he had told her of his past. Her hand rested on his bare chest. With her eyes closed, and her face touching his she spoke to him, and while it was in the language of her people, she called him something she had never called him before--she had never even said the name a loud. "Bellamy, this is not your doing." She told him, "I have come to think of this as a command from things larger then us. Yes, had you not gotten lost we would not be standing here---but nor would we be standing here." Together. "Loiolti taim wamplei," She told him, loyalty unto death. She was here with him, no matter the out come.

Had she known more about his culture, she would have thought it her people's way of saying til death do us part.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

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THE HELL WE WANT

Echo told him that she could ask that of Octavia. He knew it would not be easy, but at the same time . . . it was a matter of safety for their family. For her father, her neice. He hoped he could appeal to that side of her, feeling far better to know that his father and sister were both protecting his daughter. And each other of course. Making a mental note to speak to her tomorrow when the opportunity presented itself, Bellamy pushed the thought aside for the time being. For right now, it was about speaking to Echo; being with her in what could very well be their last night. But of course he couldn't fully see it like that. If he did, then the battle would be lost before it even begun.

Having a defeatist attitude was never in Bellamy's nature. Even in the war against the Grounders, he had rallied everyone to fight, for it was better than running . . . despite how massively outnumbered they were. Echo moved to position herself against him, her forhead touching his. He closed his eyes, basking in the sensation of her warm skin against his own. The tender getsure something neither of them had engaged in since their relationship had been strained by everything happening. The fact that she was allowing herself to be close to them, and opening herself up to him . . . well, it meant the world to Bellamy. Her name fell from his lips, a name unfamiliar to his ears yet touched his very heart. She spoke of how it was not his doing, how they were here, together. United and strong. His eyes opened to look at her through heavy lids, her words ringing over and over again in his mind.

"Loiolti taim wamplei," he repeated in a low voice. She may not hold this against him, but he would never forgive himself for all that she'd had to give up. And yet he knew he couldn't let her go. What they had was too strong, too special. It consumed him, took over his heart, body, mind and soul. He'd found her; a glimmer of heaven in this otherwise world of hell. His hand that had been rested on her cheek, moved to take one of her hands in his, and guide it to his bare chest, to rest over his beating heart. "Ai hod yu in." He paused fora a moment, before continuing. "I love you." He didn't say the words in his own language to translate. He said them . . . to make them more real. Because he had never uttered these words to a woman before, not in a romantic sense. He'd never fallen in love until Echo, and knew he would never love another the way he did her.

[Echo]

Echo could fell his eyes open, by the slight shit shift; and she opened her own to look into his. "Loiolti taim wamplei," Loyalty unto death. There was no Ice Nation or Sky People before them. Their family before their lives. For her, and her people, it was the greatest thing one had to offer. His hand reached for her's and lifted it to rest over his heart, before telling her words that used to fall from their lip often, but had done so seldom of late. "Ai hod yu in." He still loved her. "I love you." Both of him.

Echo moved her hand just and inch tot he side, before moving to place a kiss over his heart, and then bring her other hand up rest over the back of his jawline and neck before pulling him down just enough to take his mouth in a open kiss. She kissed him deeply, grateful that they did not seem to be at odds any longer. Breaking the kiss, she kept her forehead once again pressing into his. "Ai hod yu in." She repeated, "I love you." Her palm pressed into his skin over his heart, "This you." Vallier was someone she would always love, but he was no longer Vallier. He was Bellamy--and she had come to see him embrace both of his pasts, and use them to become stronger for them. It was no longer about what she had lost when he remembered, but what she was gaining.

She could join his world if it meant they were to stand together. She would embrace it. She might not ever be accepted as one of his own, but Kane had often come to her and asked for advice for dealing with the clans. 'Grounders' he called them. She could offer such knowledge, and seek to find her own place there.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

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THE HELL WE WANT

Her lips on his heart filled him with a sensational warmth, as did her lips against his. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him, fearful of the moment that he would have to let go. Yet, he had been fearing that moment ever since the truth was discovered. He had caused such disruption in her life. Such upheavel for her and their daughter. To hear the words she spoken when their lips parted from each other, made him ache with the awareness of how unworthy he was of it . . . and at the same time, basked in the comfort that it gave him.

A selfish one at that, but it was still there. And dominating any possibility of being selfless and letting her go. It was too late for that now. Her words meant more to him than he was ever capable of expressing. He had lived his life, unable to allow himself to love another, unble to find himself worthy of love after failing so many, and killing so many. The fact that Echo loved him, this him . . . meant more than he could say. He closed his eyes, slightly clenching his jaw as his forehead rested against hers. "Thank you," he breathed in a voice hardly above a whisper, heard only due to their close proximity.

He would never take her love for granted. Nor their daughter's. Slowly opening his eyes he looked at her, taking in the beautiful sight of her, memorizing every single feature of her face as he had done countless times before. He moved a hand to rest on her cheek, a faint smile on his lips, fading shortly after it was formed. He leaned forward, softly kissing her lips once more. There had been so much tension between them, but the exchanged words of their mutual love . . . gave him a strength and confidence. A certainty, slowly diminishing the fear that she would not love Bellamy as she did Vallier. The fact that this was not the case, added a bit of a fervency to the kiss, as his hand gently caressed her cheek, slowly skimming down her neck to rest on her shoulder.