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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 8, 2016 16:24:50 GMT
‘You should stay here. Help them get those missiles ready for launch.” Gena leaned in to give Bellamy a quick kiss, her hands in his hair, massaging it, a she so often did. He was in distress, he might be denying it, might be denying the pain in his leg, but Gena wasn’t blind. There was trouble, even some unease around them, but she still only wanted for him to be able to be at peace, to be happy. He was her best friend, well best male friend, Raven the female one. He had been the best friend since the Ark and now he was going off to risk his life again. The last mission he was on, had scared her, a lot. He had risked so much, even Kane had seemed furious and worried at the same time. She should stay back. But he would do something heroic again. Octavia was with him. While Gena knew Octavia could hold her own, she also knew Bellamy would take a bullet for her – even sometimes when it was not needed, because Octavia had everything under control. Gena increased the pressure of her fingers on his head, massaging him just a little harder and deeper.
“Not this time.” She whispered against his lips. “I’m coming with you:” She would not accept a ‘No’ from him. Not this time. This time she would come with him. Usually she would listen to him, would allow him to ensure her safety, because she knew he often needed it, needed to feel in control and like he was doing something right in protecting her. This time it was her need to protect him, though. “Your leg is already messed up.” She could almost anticipate him wanting to claim his leg was fine, so she pulled one hand from the back for his head to press a finger against his lips. “Don’t you dare try to tell me your leg is fine, Bellamy Blake. I see you limp. And I know you will probably do something stupidly heroic again. So I’m coming with you. I won’t…” Great how was she meant to say that. “Last time you came home a mess, Bellamy. This time I want to be with you. I can handle myself, you know it. I can handle a gun, you made sure of that. Raven and Sinclair will be fine. I’d probably just end up fetching them drinks anyway. I’m coming with you.” She finally let her hand drop to his chest, looking at him expectantly.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Feb 14, 2016 1:45:02 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT It was always difficult to say goodbye to Gena. He hated leaving her, he hated not being with her. Their duties often pulled them away, which made him appreciate the time they did have together. But with risky and dangerous ventures such as this one, it always made him wish he could have stayed with her just a little bit longer. He returned the kiss, the sensation of her lips against his as well as her hands in his hair -- a gesture he loved -- making his heart swell with emotion. She eased out of the kiss but spoke against his lips, telling him three words that he was not all too surprised to hear, yet ready to protest to.
She wanted to come. She was stating she was coing, as if the subject wasn't up for debate. Spoken with the same tone of finality as was his own words of telling her to stay here. He parted his lips to object, but she knew him all too well. She had anticipated, was prepared for it, so he hadn't gotten a word out before her finger went to his lips to silence him, and it had worked.
He wanted to say that his leg was fine -- as he had said so many times before -- but she had evidence that proved otherwise. He hated appearing weak and incapable, though she never actually made him feel that way. He waited for her to finish speaking, reference a week ago when he had returned and . . . well, she was right. He had been a mess. With what happened with Clarke, and the injury on his leg . . . he was a damn mess indeed. When she finally lowered her finger, he just looked at her.
He knew he could object to her own logical argument, but part of him felt it would be useless. "No matter what I say, you're coming, aren't you?" He said with both teasing and truth. He wasn't one to often coddle women or anyone for that matter, but with Gena, there was this fierce need he had to protect her. To keep her safe. Out of harm's way. He just looked at her, her own expression expectant and he knew then and there, that she wasn't going to let this go.
He pulled the gun he had strapped around his shoulder and passed it to her. They had an extra one in the jeep anyway. "Stay close," he began to say. With that he leaned forward to capture her lips once more, kissing her and letting it linger before he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. "I don't want to regret this." Regret her coming. Because if something, anything happened to her . . . he would never forgive himself.
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 18, 2016 1:00:18 GMT
“Damn right, I’m coming.” Damn right she would come no matter what he said. She had the idea in her head and nothing, well next to nothing, would get that idea out of head now. It was stuck in there. She was too scared to lose him. Gena just wanted to make sure he was okay. And she could help. The people going there were battle worn, war worn, she wasn’t. She could maybe help them. If not she could at least provide silent support for Bellamy with her presence, if she didn’t risk his life. But she had to take the chance. She had to be there. Something just… told her that. Something told her she had to be there. She didn’t know what it was, but it was a gut feeling and Bellamy was part of the reason why she trusted her gut a lot.
“You won’t regret this.” Gena whispered. “Do you know where the safest place for me is? With you. You won’t let anything happen to me. And I know how to handle myself.” She was no warrior, but she could shoot and fight and she was safe around Bellamy and Pike for sure. Gena placed her hand on Bellamys shoulder, similar to how he had done earlier. Then she tured to walk to Pike, while picking up a gun. No way she would go there unarmed and make him worry even more. “Are you coming?” She asked her boyfriend, grinning. Not even waiting for the obvious reply the brunette walked to the Rover with the others, getting into the back once more, as she usually did.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Feb 18, 2016 1:21:02 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Nothing she said was wrong. But it still left Bellamy unneasy. It still felt him worried and concerned for her. The summit was a trap and if Gena got caught in the middle of it . . . he would never forgive himself. He was already worried enough about Clarke, Abby and Kane. Gena just made that fear intensify all the more. But he was powerless to stop her. He just hoped he wouldn't fail in protecting her. She had so much faith in him and he knew he didn't deserve it. He would protect her with every breath in his body . . . but he was scared of failing her, as he had failed so many others. None of this surfaced though.
His gaze just followed her, feeling the comfort of her touch. She could handle herself, but if anything happened to her . . . he would never forgive himself for allowing it to. He couldn't lose her. It was a loss he would not recover from. When she asked if he was coming, he took a breath and limped to the rover, pulling himself inside. Once everyone else was ready, they began to set off toward Polis. Echo wasn't too detailed on the assassin that was there. It was clear she didn't know a whole lot.
Just enough to warn them, which he immensely appreciated. Perhaps this was proof after all that not everyone in Azgeda was cruel. Maybe this would give Pike that realization too. The fact that Pike was trusting Bellamy in this also meant a great deal to the older Blake sibling. Reaching to the side he pulled out a small blade that he always carried with him as back up and handed it to Gena. "Keep this," he told her, further arming her should the gun for whatever reason be knocked out of her hand. He wanted to make sure she had a back up, just in case. "And like I said, stay close. No one is splitting up when we get there," he informed the others.
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 19, 2016 15:41:47 GMT
Gena sat in the back with Pike and the girl, while Bellamy was meant to drive. She chose to sit directly behind her boyfriend, which allowed him to easily turn around to her. And it allowed her to place her hand on his shoulder. But first he handed her a knife, arming her further. It was sweet, really. It was adorable actually. And she loved it. Gena reached forward to squeeze his shoulder. She was prepared and he had her. He made that so very clear with her right now. It was more than she ever expected and more than she could ask for, yet she was getting exactly that. He was amazing. Gena nodded, understanding that he needed everyone close to him, feeling the need to look out for others.
She leaned back, looking at Pike for a moment. He was tense as well, clearly not happy with her being here. But he had to get through this. She was not leaving her injured boyfriend alone to risk his life in the tower of someone who left their people, especially Bellamy – she was biased, but could she be blamed – for dead? No, she would not allow for that to happen. Bellamy thought he kept her safe, she knew that, but she was purely here to keep him safe. He was wounded and not in his right mind. The entire thing about Clarke made him emotionally vulnerable and even though it worried and hurt her, she was not about to abandon him.
Gena remained silent during the ride to Polis. She kept her hand on Bellamys arm, not applying pressure, just being there. She wanted him to know she was there and she intended to keep given him subtle signals like that. Once they arrived, GEna got out with the others. She walked straight to Bellamy, not to be protected by him, but to stay in his peripheral vision, so she would not add to his trouble and worries. As long as she stayed there, he would be reassured that she was okay. If she didn’t, that might pose a problem for him, even, because she knew him. He would turn to look around for her. And well it didn’t serve Orpheus either. So she would not make him turn around for her. That thought was almost lost when she saw the dead guards. Gena stared at the poor souls as the others talked plans. It was really that bad.
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