Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 2, 2016 4:42:55 GMT
Tag: @dylhan whatever
THE HELL WE WANT
Arkadia was certainly shaping up. What had started off as a camp, was now developing into a small city of sorts. They were working to build a sustainable lifestyle for the people. The ceasefire finally permitting everyone the chance to just . . . breathe. To not have to turn their heads every second to see if there was a danger lurking about. Most of those who had been physically injured had healed. It as the emotional and psychological wounds that would remain. Bellamy of course was no exception to this, and coping -- enduring -- had been all the more difficult with Clarke's departure. Her abandonment.
But he could only move forward. Putting his feelings aside for the betterment of his people. Being in the guard, granting him the ability to do so -- not that he would have stopped even if this title wasn't granted to him. He had just finished a patrol, having returned the weapons to the inventory and briefing Kane on the uneventful journey outside the gate. As he walked out of the Ark and into the courtyard, he noticed one of the young Arkers, kicking around a ball. But he was no stranger to Bellamy. Bellamy had been there too late to save his parents.
They were both now dead, leaving the boy orphaned. So many children had lost their parents, and Bellamy's heart went out to each and every one of them. Having been present at the time though, caused him and Dyhan to bond, allowing Bellamy to be particularly fond of the boy. He made his way over to the young Arker, a small smile forming on his lips. "Mind if I join you?" He asked him. He regarded the boy as practically a little brother, wishing he could do more for him than he did. But always found himself checking on him at least once a day. Spending time with him. Just . . . being there for him, in whatever way possible.
But he could only move forward. Putting his feelings aside for the betterment of his people. Being in the guard, granting him the ability to do so -- not that he would have stopped even if this title wasn't granted to him. He had just finished a patrol, having returned the weapons to the inventory and briefing Kane on the uneventful journey outside the gate. As he walked out of the Ark and into the courtyard, he noticed one of the young Arkers, kicking around a ball. But he was no stranger to Bellamy. Bellamy had been there too late to save his parents.
They were both now dead, leaving the boy orphaned. So many children had lost their parents, and Bellamy's heart went out to each and every one of them. Having been present at the time though, caused him and Dyhan to bond, allowing Bellamy to be particularly fond of the boy. He made his way over to the young Arker, a small smile forming on his lips. "Mind if I join you?" He asked him. He regarded the boy as practically a little brother, wishing he could do more for him than he did. But always found himself checking on him at least once a day. Spending time with him. Just . . . being there for him, in whatever way possible.
