A Talk Between Kings

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: King Roan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The years spent thus far in the bunker had been far from easy. But still, they were alive. They were surviving. That was all that mattered, wasn't it? From the day that Octavia was born, Bellamy had been surviving with his family. Enclosed spaces were hardly anything new to them. Especially Octavia. But where she was now leading hundreds of people, circumstances were definitely different with this particular space they were locked into. The Grounders had had a harder time adjusting, but alas . . . no one had a choice. It was survive down here, to succumb to the unlivable environment out there.

There was a very clear choice that was the winner. Still, despite the Arkers being used to enclosed spaces, they were also going a little stir crazy. A fight had erupted among a few of them and before Bellamy could each the scene and intervene, Echo had already stepped in. And, her way of diffusing the fight both surprised him and didn't at the same time. Bellamy's past with Echo was certainly an . . . intense one. But recently, things were shifting. Being forced to be down here and working in fairly close quarters . . . had them spending more time together and communicating with each other more than he ever thought he would. So when she diffused the fight -- without violence or anger towards the Arkers -- he could certainly, respect and appreciate that. He knew he would have to report the fight to the others, and it just depended who he saw first: his sister, or Roan. Though, anything that concerned Echo, was probably best told to Roan, considering Octavia wasn't her biggest fan either.

So as Bellamy made his way down the hall of the bunker, he saw Roan walking towards one of the common rooms, and not wanting to have this conversation in front of others, managed to catch him before he entered. "Roan," he called to him. Bellamy didn't exactly use other people's titles. Octavia was still 'O'. King Roan was just Roan. "Can I talk to you for a second. Alone." He wanted to clarify that this was strictly business and with Bellamy's position in the bunker, it was his duty to report even the smallest fight for it could always lead to something more. Riots in the early days of being locked down here certainly proved that.

[King Roan]

Roan

tell the wolves i'm home

It was the air that bothered him the most. Even years later. Roan had spent years in banishment sleeping up the stars and even more years in a fortress that had no windows. The wind moved all the time. Sometimes it was dry and made your lungs hurt. Sometimes it was wet and made your bones cold. Here nothing moved. He was using to moving silently and not his foot steps echoed slightly with every step. No longer was he cold, but often too hot. It was better then being dead but only slightly.

Roan heard steps and paused his own while the other man approached. He wanted a word alone and Roan was smart enough to grant it. One reason to do it was that this was Bellamy Blake, beloved brother of the commander of Wonkru. That carried a heavy power. The other was that Roan respected the man. While things that the other man had done above ground was unfavorable to many, he had proven himself a man of honor. This was important to the once ice king. Turning to make sure no one was in the hall Roan turned back to Bellamy and gave a nod. While he might not be 'king' any more he still had that respect and habits. Roan didn't speak first, waiting instead to judge the words that needed to be said before he reacted verbally.

: Bellamy Blake :

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