To Forgive Is Divine

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The evasion of sleep wasn't an unfamiliar feeling for Bellamy. Ever since his sister had been born, he'd been sensitive to every footstep. Every approaching sound. With time, it had gotten a bit easier, but the ground had intensified everything. And now, despite the fact that he was not afraid of being found or attacked . . . it was the unease, the stress, the worry that kept him awake. Survival was a natural state for him; living one day at a time. But this, was to a whole new extent. They would be here for five years and he could not help but feel responsible for every single person up here. No matter how . . . unexpected their presence was.

So instead of lying in bed attempting to sleep, he instead decided to walk around and see if there was anything else that needed to be done. There always seemed to be something after all. The fact that no one else seemed to be around, he took as a good sign. A hopeful one; that all others were getting some rest. It was technically the middle of the night, though time of day didn't mean a whole lot up here. He paused only when he saw a figure sitting in what had became a common area for them. The comfort of chairs and whatever other items they could find to make it a cozy sort of place. Not trying to be subtle in his steps, he assumed she'd already heard him approach.

It seemed like he wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. So instead of asking the obvious, he went straight to the next question. "What's keeping you up?" Him and Echo had their fare share of an . . . intense past. While he hadn't forgiven her, he didn't want to see her dead. He could let bygones be bygones so they could coexist up here and he knew -- or hoped -- that with time, he would be able to fully forgive her. But, as she was up here . . . she was part of who he felt responsible for, and he wasn't about to take that lightly.

[Echo]

Space. An adapt name for the place. It was every empty here. Echo had already been scouting through out this place to try to explore. It was hard to sleep with the sounds here. The 'hum' she was told was because the motor moving. The way each step she made no longer was muted but had sound bothered her. The way when people were talking she had trouble telling from which way the voices came from. The air still smelled dusty here, and the scents of the snow, or flowers, or trees--it was gone. Looking down at the burning Earth, she knew there was a chance it could be gone forever. Would five years really change so much?

She heard footsteps coming but didn't look up from the ball she had found. She was bouncing it against the wall and catching it. The soft thuds rymthic as she kept up the steady pace. Belomi. Their past was tense. Meeting the cages. Building a bond, only to have Lexa betray them. She hadn't liked. It wasn't right the way they left Skikru there. Had she been able, she would have done more then, but naked and weak from loss of blood she hadn't been able to do more. Then came the rest.

Stopping the ball she looked up at him. "It's different here." In so many ways. "Can't see the sun." The sun and moon had used to measure her sleeping patterns but now there was only 'ship cycles'. "And you?" What kept him up at this . . . early? Late? time.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She spoke of how it was different here. Yes. That much was very true. He had once not known anything other than the Ark; and then the sudden freedom given to them when landing on the ground had shown them just how different life could be. But, those moments of joy had been far too short lived once the harsh reality had set in. And, it hadn't quite stopped setting in since then.

"Would you be able to sleep if you could?" He said, his voice a bit of a tease, commenting on whether she would have slept if the sun was out anyway. With Echo, conversations were light. Still just on the surface. "Just thinking about tomorrow," he answered simply. And every day after that. Every moment of survival up here. And of course, his sister. The others that were in the bunker. Hoping that they were doing well.