Homeward Bound

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

i don't want

TO FEEL THAT WAY ANYMORE

Clarke's words prompted immediate compliance from Bellamy when she spoke of how they should stop to recharge the Rover. She was right. They could easily get attacked as they held something that was wanted by others. Hence, the justification they had for leaving Arkadia and the company of all those mingling Arkers and Grounders. They needed to be ready. It was better to flee than to fight. Bellamy was too damn tired of fighting. When they seemed to reach a suitable spot, Bellamy eased the Rover to a halt and parked it, turning it off. He took hold of his gun, opening the door.

"Wait inside," he instructed Clarke as he moved out, closing the door behind him. He moved around the area, looking through the scope of his lens to make sure there was nothing in the far distance. No sounds surrounded them, nor was it eerily quiet. When he was satisfied that there was no immediate lurking threat, he went to Clarke's door and opened it for her. "It's clear," he told her as he offered a hand to help her out, using his other hand to put the strap of his gun around his shoulder, though he was far from having a lowered guard. They had to be aware of their surroundings, at all times. "Hungry?" He asked, making his way to the back where he opened the trunk which really consisted of extra seating . . . and a good spot for them to lay down on at night.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke nodded. She didn't like him going out to check the area one bit. But at the same time, she suspected he needed it. In the past so many things happened, so many things were out of their control. They had been stripped of so many things, Clarke of her entire identiy. For months she was no longer Clarke, but Wanheda and it stuck and it hurt and it was hard to shake it off. Under the influence of people, mainly people who pushed her down Wanheda seemed to become a defense mechanism against abuse. Because it was wanheda who was being blamed. It was wanheda who was being accused and that way Clarke was relatively save. Both of them didn't have control over their lives due to the chaos and pain around them for so long. It was a small thing, but Clarke wanted him to heal from this and so she agreed. She let him have it, have the control to go out and check and have her stay back like he wanted.

Clarke crawled into the back of the rover, pulling up the fabric over the windows, so people could not see anything inside when they were sleeping. She hung up more between the driver cabin and the passenger cabin, protecting their sleeping spot inside from enemies eyes. She moved a few of their things, making room on the floor so they could actually sleep there. Two guns were positioned just so that they could reach them from where they could sleep and from the seats in the front. She was done when Bellamy arrived, the floor now resembling a small bed.

"I'm not." Clarke admitted. But she knew that this should not be what determined the decision. She was still under the weather from being in the city of light with wrong blood in her body and having seizures. Of course she wasn't hungry after that, but she knew she needed to eat and so did he. "But we need food to survive. No idea who invented that need, but it's a real need." Sadly. She'd be good with something small though.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy quickly took in the sight of the little makeshift room she had created within just moments. "Looks cozy," he said a bit jokingly . . . but, there was truth to his words. He would rather be here than any large, luxurious room. Because he was with Clarke. Because he felt safer than he had in a long time, despite what the past entailed between them. He reached for one of the bags that had some food and pulled out a few pieces of meat. It wouldn't last as long as some of the other things as they would have to hunt fresh food eventually. So it was best to eat the things that would go bad sooner . . . despite their lacking appetite.

Once he passed her a piece, he sat on the edge of the rover, his feet touching the ground though his body was turned toward her, popping a small bit of meat into his mouth. He wasn't hungry either, but as she said, it was a need they had to fulfill. Besides, now was the time to build up their strength. Especially her, considering the ordeal her body had gone through in Polis. "I still remember our first hunt," he began to say, bringing to voice a subject that wasn't as intense as others that could be had.

"Or well, our impromptu hunt." Since it hadn't exactly been planned. They intended to come back with Jasper, and came back with a panther too. "Felt damn amazing to eat a good chunk of meat after so long," he added on with a slight smile, though it held only a hint of joviality. There wasn't a hell of a lot to smile about these days, but he needed a distraction. And thinking to the first time they hunted, and brought a panther home . . . . well, he supposed no subject was truly safe but it seemed to be one of the less intense ones.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke stared at Bellamy for a moment, ot sure of what to say to that exactly. It felt like it had been years ago, their first impromptu hunt. It felt like it was in a better world. She still had hope back then. Being on the ground was new, while dangerous. She remembered it all too vividly. Part of her wanted that feeling back. Now her feeling was very different. She nibbled on the food, knowing it needed to last a while. As shotgun driver, she didn't use up too much energy, so she knew she didn't need as much food as Bellamy did. Still back then she remembered the relief she felt when they had food. But looking back, she could not hold back a bit of amusement.

"I also remember you saving me." She pointed out. Without him she would have been dead, but that was not at all what amused her. What amused her was the fact that the others tried to pull her back up... except they didn't - not at all. "And our friends lacking ability to help you pull me up. I mean... they all pulled you up, but you carried all my weight alone." She twisted the meat in her hand a bit, then grinned. "And you can't deny it tasted like shoe. We were so bad at cooking. If you guys would have let me onto the cooking, I would have probably killed everyone by my inability." She didn't even know if what she was saying was even remotely funny. She forgot how to properly do fun a long time ago. And she felt so old, nowhere near eighteen years like she actually was. More like eighty. She had seen so much, too much. 

Bellamy Blake