Post by Josephine Lightbourne on Jun 24, 2020 17:45:47 GMT
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Cause darling I'm a
nightmare
dressed like a
daydream
It felt good to be alive again, even if she had to pretend to be someone she wasn't. Josie couldn't deny that being Clarke had it's perks. She was in incredible health, was intelligent, and had the respect of all, well most, of her friends. And then there was the added bonus of the cute guy across the room who had been staring at her for the better part of half an hour. Bellamy Blake. Clarke's memories of him were fond, the warm and fuzzy kind that hinted there might have been some hidden feelings.
Every now and then she would look at him from across the room, meet his eyes and share a smile. Sanctum was having a party tonight, which was why she was currently twirling on the dance floor with one of the guards, and Russell, her father, had been kind enough to extend an invitation to some of their visitors. The ones that Jordon had told Delilah about - the ones they needed to keep an eye on. Like Bellamy and Clarke.
Josie scoffed. It wasn't like Clarke was an issue now. With that in mind a decision had been made. She would be the one to keep a closer eye on Bellamy. Josie moved across the room toward him, her new body moving with practiced ease and unmistakable confidence. And when she was in front of the dark-haired man, she took him by the hand.
"Come have a drink," She said, giving him a tug toward the table of to the side of the room. "You've been on guard all night. It's rare we get nights like this now, you should try to relax a little. You might even enjoy yourself."
● Tag: Bellamy Blake ●
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