Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 4, 2016 0:25:28 GMT
Tag: @nate whatever
THE HELL WE WANT
He had been so close. And yet, apparently so far. Clarke had just slipped through his grasp and he knew that he would never forgive himself if something happened to her. To have been so close to saving her, only to lose her completely. But he had no other choice. Monty had convinced him to return to Arkadia to have his leg looked at. Which was what landed him here in medical right now. He had every intention of sneaking out the first chance he got . . . but news had reached them not long after. Clarke was in Polis, with Lexa. The way it was delivered to him almost seemed as if that was supposed to be a relief. But it only raised concern in Bellamy.
Details would come soon enough but for now, she was alive. Despite the fact that it still made the guardsman desperate to get back out there and bring her home. Even if she left in the first place. He was no where near forgiving her, but that didn't mean he could stand to lose her. He couldn't stand to lose any of their people. But for now, he had to focus on what he had control of. Which was the new group of Arkers who had joined them from farm station.
They had been looking for them for some time, and Bellamy felt relieved when he saw Monty and his mother reunited. There were still a few others that Bellamy wanted to know about, whether they survived or not. With the late night upon them now, the morning would be busy of helping everyone get settled. Bellamy may have a limp from his wound, but like hell he was just going to sit around and do nothing. He moved through the quiet halls, as most others were asleep or helping those who had just arrived get into their designated quarters.
Bellamy had checked himself out of medical, and Gena was fast asleep . . . which meant he was able to sneak out for a bit. He fought back any of the pain that coursed through him with each step. He didn't want this to effect him. So as he made his way forward, he saw someone coming in the opposite direction. But not just anyone. A certain someone who Bellamy's mind had been on in regards to hoping that he too would be reunited with his loved one. "Miller," Bellamy greeted, his heart filled with hope that among the survivors, was his boyfriend Bryan. "Is he here?" Assuming Miller would know exactly who Bellamy was referring to. He had to ask; he had to know. For Miller's sake. Fate was so rarely kind to them, and so Bellamy could only hope for the best . . . yet brace himself for the worst.
Details would come soon enough but for now, she was alive. Despite the fact that it still made the guardsman desperate to get back out there and bring her home. Even if she left in the first place. He was no where near forgiving her, but that didn't mean he could stand to lose her. He couldn't stand to lose any of their people. But for now, he had to focus on what he had control of. Which was the new group of Arkers who had joined them from farm station.
They had been looking for them for some time, and Bellamy felt relieved when he saw Monty and his mother reunited. There were still a few others that Bellamy wanted to know about, whether they survived or not. With the late night upon them now, the morning would be busy of helping everyone get settled. Bellamy may have a limp from his wound, but like hell he was just going to sit around and do nothing. He moved through the quiet halls, as most others were asleep or helping those who had just arrived get into their designated quarters.
Bellamy had checked himself out of medical, and Gena was fast asleep . . . which meant he was able to sneak out for a bit. He fought back any of the pain that coursed through him with each step. He didn't want this to effect him. So as he made his way forward, he saw someone coming in the opposite direction. But not just anyone. A certain someone who Bellamy's mind had been on in regards to hoping that he too would be reunited with his loved one. "Miller," Bellamy greeted, his heart filled with hope that among the survivors, was his boyfriend Bryan. "Is he here?" Assuming Miller would know exactly who Bellamy was referring to. He had to ask; he had to know. For Miller's sake. Fate was so rarely kind to them, and so Bellamy could only hope for the best . . . yet brace himself for the worst.
