One Drink Too Many

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was currently sitting at thet able of his 'shared' bedroom with his . . . 'wife'. The world was still so, unfamiliar. Unexplored. Family was everything to Bellamy, but their roles as spouse was only to solidify a truce. There was nothing intimate about their relationship. Nothing deeply emotional. It was a struggle to accept that this was who he was committed to . . . and yet, that was exactly what he was. Committed. Hell, he hadn't even been with anyone else since marrying Ontari. Fidelity was important to Bellamy, and despite the . . . unique circumstances, he still hadn't been able to indulge his needs with anyone else.

It left him even more frustrated. But currently, he was looking at a couple of bottles of wine that his people had made and sent over as a gift. Bellamy wasn't a heavy drinker, for reasons that always involved the fear of compromising other people's safety if he was not alert, and thus, unable to protect them. Right now however, a drink seemed pretty damn tempting. He poured himself a cup and took a sip, making a bit of a face but it went down easy enough.

As soon as he swallowed, the door to the room was open and Bellamy didn't have to look in the direction to know who it was. "My people sent us a gift" he explained, still unable to define his people as their people. In his mind, there was still that line even though they were all peacefully coexisting. he took another sip before continuing. "Want some?" He offered, finally turning his head to look at her . . . though wasn't entirely certain she would accept. Still. The gift was for both of them so he had to at least offer.

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The door was pushed open with little care for whether Bellamy was inside or not, little care for what Ontari might find when she entered. What she did find was him inside. Her face twisted into a scowl, the normal expression it held at the sight of her husband. Even saying the word, even with the amount of time that had passed since their wedding, it made Ontari feel sick. Being married to an idiot from skaikru was the worst thing that Nia had made her do. The torture she had gone through growing up under the Queen's wing held nothing against this. Ontari could think of no higher insult than being tied to skaikru in this way. At least he held no desire to try and make the partnership real. There had been no attempts at being intimate, no real attempts at forming an emotional attachment. Ontari was glad for that and she wasn't going to push either of those things herself.  It wasn't difficult to notice the bottles that were in the room or the cup in Bellamy's hand. The smell of wine was something familiar to Ontari and while this smelt ever so slightly different to the wine that was made in Polis, it was still wine. Her curiosity was sparked by the smell and the sight of the bottles, wondering where Bellamy had gotten them. Ontari didn't need to ask him such, he explained it on his own. His people had sent them and they were a gift. That was a slight surprise to Ontari, that skaikru might think to send something as kind as wine to herself and Bellamy although she had a feeling the gift was more intended for Bellamy than for her. Probably a way to help him deal with this situation. It was obvious that neither of them liked the arrangement. And Ontari was sure that skaikru wouldn't actually think to care about her at all, or any of her people. They only thought about themselves. She watched his back, the raising of his hand as he took another sip from the cup. His offer caught her off guard. She did want some. With how long her day had been, with yet another night ahead stuck in this room with the idiot skaikru man, Ontari really needed the wine. But she also didn't fully trust Bellamy. "From the same bottle you poured from," she said, walking across the room to pick up a cup from next to the bed. It was one she had drank water from earlier that day and she didn't trust Bellamy to pick the cup in which she would drink from. Poison wasn't off the table, even if this marriage was meant to be for peace, and Ontari wasn't planning on dying any time soon. Moving back across to where Bellamy was, she took the bottle which wasn't full and poured herself a cup. The night wouldn't feel as long as others had felt.  Bellamy Blake