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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 2, 2016 22:27:15 GMT
There were a lot of things to think about. There were their people. There were themselves, but which mattered more at the moment? It was an easy question to answer: It was the others. It was their people. It had to be their people, because... because she and Bellamy could work that out, if they wanted to invest the energy into their relationship. She sure as hell did, but there was the question of timing. And the timing was off. They probably couldn't afford taking the time to talk about this. If he needed this, she had to let him go. If this was what he thought was right, she had to let him do it. She couldn't be that person. Not for him. Gena looked down, trying to compose herself. She had to. She couldn't let him leave on a bad note.
"Look... I don't think there's much that we should do, Bellamy." She replied. "Not right now." She knew it would be hard, to part knowing they had something to talk about, but she thought it was for the better. It had to put their minds at ease, knowing the other would wait. "We're both too... preoccupied with other stuff. There is too much at stake right now." Their peoples survival, their survival. Peace even within Arkadia. All of that weighed heavily on them. "I think we both deserve to give this, give us, our full attention and some time. We deserve this." And only that way it would work, she thought. Even though it hurt - and love hurt, because she cared - she put her hand on his chest. "Sometimes good things have to wait." In their case it did. "If... if you think this is for the best, I trust you. So go. But... come home in one piece, please? Don't do anything stupidly heroic."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Jul 3, 2016 2:45:31 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy knew he was not an easy person to be with. It had been one of the many reasons that he had disallowed himself to be with anyone. It wasn't so much about preventing the pleasure and joy of being in a relationship for himself . . . but rather, protecting the person that he was with. He hadn't been able to stop himself from being with Gena though, and now . . . she was paying the price of being with someone like him. But she wasn't giving up on him, on them. And it meant the world. It made him want to do everything he could to make this right. He didn't deserve this, or her, but he didn't argue. Just like he wouldn't repeat his earlier words about how she deserved better.
He would always believe that she would. And yet for some reason, she had chosen to be with him. He gave a faint smile when she told him not to do anything stupidely heroic. His hand moved to her cheek as he leaned forward to soflty kiss her lips. Drawing back, he didn't move too far, keeping them at a fairly close proximity. "We'll have that," he promised her. "When I come back, we'll take some time. For just us." Which seemed so rare these days, but just as she wasn't going to give up on him . . . he wasn't going to give up either. He loved her too much for that.
"There'll always be things that will keep us preoccupied," he stated, knowing it was the nature of their lives, of thier positions. "But, you're more important to me than I can say. And I hope you know that." That despite his reckless actions to protect another, Gena was someone he cared deeply about. She was the first person he was engaged in a romantic relationship with . . . and he couldn't imagine his life with another. Leaning forward, he kissed her lips once more, and pulled back again, this time, his forehead resting against her own. "I'll be careful. I promise." Because that was the very least he could do: give her his word that he would be careful.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 16, 2016 17:35:46 GMT
He was right. There always were things that kept them occupied, but sometimes they weren't as urgent as he situation they were in right now. Gena sighed. She wanted to have a moment with him, but he was right, they were next to impossible. Still there were calmer moments and those were all they needed. Those were all she needed in order to sit with him and speak with him. The girl with the locks ran her hand through his once more, a deep sigh leaving her lips, before they kissed. It was one of those kisses that lasted and felt deep, like a promise not spoken, but felt in the heart and soul. It was more than she asked for and a deep, deep relief for her.
As she pulled away, she smiled. It felt very reassuring to feel this gentle kiss, to have him tell her he'd be careful. She knew he was talented. She knew he could pull things off that others could only dream of. She should be glad, but she would still worry, every moment he was apart. "Radio in, please." She continued then, needing this to be said. "Don't let us guess how you are or whats going on. You know those were Kanes and Griffins mistakes, not speaking to us. Inform us." She placed her hands on his chest. "And ease my mind a bit, please. It'll be easier for me knowing that your wonderful heart is still beating."
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