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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 13, 2016 15:33:58 GMT
This was new to her. She had never seen this much food meant for just two people. The girl with the curls had gone to get the rations for Bellamy and herself and had been floored by the amount of food they put into her basket – and added with another one. It was almost too much, but she figured out the reason soon: Fruits. It was season for them and they had planted so many, expecting not to be able to harvest close to 100%. Well it was safer but in this case a miscalculation. Gena had spend a bit of time thinking about what to do with all the food. She was sure not all of that would last for as long as it was meant to last. It was fresh after all. She had to make something with it. For most of the fruit she wanted to make jam, wonderfully long lasting jam that would keep them not hungry for the winter probably.
With the books they discovered – cookbooks which she hoarded, because she simply could, she discovered how useful some of the plants were. She was in the middle of filling some freshly made chocolate – some of it landing on her face – into cups so it could cool, as the door opened, probably letting Bellamy in. “You wouldn’t believe how amazing this is!” She said. “And how much food we got.” Gena turned around, face full of stripes of chocolate. “This is gonna last us for a long time.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 5, 2016 16:58:13 GMT
With a groan and almost shriek, Gena let her protest be heard at the bright light. What the hell? "I'm awake and talking. My brain works, I'd say." And even if, there were more pressing matters, actually. If her brain didn't fully work, that was not a huge problem in her eyes. The bigger one being people she had failed to protect, just because she was too weak to stay awake. Bellamy would have probably managed that easily. She didn't.
"Besides, I got stabbed in the stomach, not head. That one works fine." If it ever did. Some had called her masochistic due to who she was with. Well maybe she was. But she certainly was in love and would not apologize for it. "How many survived?" It couldn't just be her. It could not be only her. She hoped it was not. "How am I alive?" Did someone come back for her? She guessed so. How else was she alive.
"What day is it?"
@severitysoftly
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 4, 2016 15:29:22 GMT
@severitysoftly Waking up was never this hard and, well, it was hard, wrapped into the arms of a man she loved. He limbs felt heavy, heavier than she felt them before, heavier than after the crash of the Ark, which knocked her out for just a second. Now it felt like thick stones lay on her. Even opening her eyes was hard to her. But eventually she managed it. The memories returned to her as soon as she saw the light. The Grounder. The bombs. There was so much. Or was it just one bomb? She didn't know. All she did was that she passed out after the attack, before... damn, what about the others? Why was she not dead?
As her vision became clearer, she realized she was not in Mount Weather anymore. This was the Ark. Or what was left of Alpha station, actually. And somehow she was alive. Somehow she was here. Somehow her mind was fuzzy and hazy, but she was without pain. Looking around, she saw one of the medics - Bellamy had his rants about all of them at one point in frustration about his leg. He seemed to be resting. Maybe it was night and only the light was illuminating things.
"What happened?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Jul 2, 2016 22:27:15 GMT
There were a lot of things to think about. There were their people. There were themselves, but which mattered more at the moment? It was an easy question to answer: It was the others. It was their people. It had to be their people, because... because she and Bellamy could work that out, if they wanted to invest the energy into their relationship. She sure as hell did, but there was the question of timing. And the timing was off. They probably couldn't afford taking the time to talk about this. If he needed this, she had to let him go. If this was what he thought was right, she had to let him do it. She couldn't be that person. Not for him. Gena looked down, trying to compose herself. She had to. She couldn't let him leave on a bad note.
"Look... I don't think there's much that we should do, Bellamy." She replied. "Not right now." She knew it would be hard, to part knowing they had something to talk about, but she thought it was for the better. It had to put their minds at ease, knowing the other would wait. "We're both too... preoccupied with other stuff. There is too much at stake right now." Their peoples survival, their survival. Peace even within Arkadia. All of that weighed heavily on them. "I think we both deserve to give this, give us, our full attention and some time. We deserve this." And only that way it would work, she thought. Even though it hurt - and love hurt, because she cared - she put her hand on his chest. "Sometimes good things have to wait." In their case it did. "If... if you think this is for the best, I trust you. So go. But... come home in one piece, please? Don't do anything stupidly heroic."
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jun 11, 2016 21:15:39 GMT
Gena sighed. Of course he'd care for the others, too. She wanted that, too, she admired it in him. But there was something else. There was the part where he was exhausted. He was tired. She could see how weary he was. She had seen it before, more than once and that told her or made her guess, that Bellamy needed someone now. She wanted to be that someone for him. She needed to be that someone for him, because she loved him. Gena let the person who wanted to tend to her leg do so, but she leaned against Bell, seeking his physical comfort more than anything now, because damn, that hurt so much. She clung to him, like a lot depended on him then and there. And maybe it did.
She looked up at him, considering her reply for a moment. She knew he'd see through her if she was anything but honest with him. But what was the answer? Given her inability to focus on anything but him or well what she focused on. Movements, other than sluggish and slow, caused her head to spin and she was sure she couldn't get up even if she tried. So she very slowly shook her head.
"Not too good." She admitted. She had to. "I feel lightheaded and weak." And that was the kindest of it. "My leg hurts. And... the things I did, Bell... I... I helped crucify someone." She helped. She was not physically strong enough for a lot of it, but that didn't change anything about the helping this and she wasn't even in control. "I... I know I asked you to stay with me for your sake, but... could yo do it for me? I want to be close to you. I don't think I can walk."
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jun 11, 2016 19:24:29 GMT
It was easier if you got into a routine and hers, well it was helping. Giving out alcohol helped people numb pain. Giving out food helped the hunger, though they were still strictly rationed. She was confident that would change. There was no way they wouldn't establish a stable food source at first, right? She was in her element, happy, almost as she was dealing out alcohol. It was safe. It would not make her think of her mother or her friend or anyone she had lost even though the hurt lingered underneath the surface, coming out when she stopped. For tonight she didn't have to stop for another hour. Gena actually hummed a tune as she almost danced behind the corner, pouring drinks of all strengths for the people. She did so until she laid eyes on her next customer, until she heard him speak so nonchalantly like it hasn't been a month since he went missing. She had feared the worst. She though he got floated. She thought he was injured. She thought he died on impact. And here he was, alive and almost happy. She couldn't even describe the mixture of fear and relief she felt. Her face, for a moment battling between dark anger and a grin. She gave in to the anger, to the hot headed powerful emotion that was driven by the fear she had felt for him. Gena threw the barcloth onto the counter - she'd never act physically violent on him, but she needed to do something physical, so the cloth had to take the brunt of it.
"You ass!" She said, voice not even raised. Because that would not give her anything, nor him. He was alive. That was what mattered. "You disappear without a word. I was worried!" But he was fine. He was fine now. Good. And maybe it was always him being fine, him getting better after his traumatic time. That would be so good. Gena reached out, hand ruffling through his hair. "What can I get you? We have shitty strong stuff and shitty not so strong stuff. I would go for the shitty stuff, I heard it's REALLY shitty."
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jun 11, 2016 18:51:43 GMT
A part of her wondered if this was similar to what Bellamy had once promised Octavia. And she was grateful for this now, because his promise meant he would hold it. He would fight his damn hardest in order to protect her, like he had always fought to protect Maximus and her. Gena felt a few tears herself. It was partially hormones, partially the pain she naturally still felt and partially the overwhelming relief of having Bellamy alive with them. Gena shook her head, a free hand touching her sons leg for a moment, so he wouldn't feel left out. It was important to both of them, she knew as much, because she knew Bellamy, to have none of their kids feel left out. Circumstance forced her before, but she would NEVER let it happen if she could do anything against it.
"We don't have a name for her yet." Gena replied softly. "To be honest, I thought we would have two more weeks until she wanted to join us." But she didn't. She wanted to join them then and there and she wasn't too early. Gena guessed she miscalculated a bit and then the crash sped things up. "I kind of want something to honor the luck she had. It all fell into place so nicely." They were alive and it would fall into place. It HAD to fall into place. They would make it. "You are the naming expert." As proven by their beautiful son Maximus, their greatest joy.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jun 11, 2016 18:38:17 GMT
Apparently three words, eight letters could stop the world, freeze it in a moment. Apparently three words, eight letters could take pain a lot better than any chip could. Because at the end of the day she still had her memories. And at the end of the day the pain she felt over his potential death was due to the love she felt for him, deep feelings that she never wanted to forget, ever again. The fact that he was wiped from her mind by the cruel bitch, well that alone was telling. Her tired fingers - when was the last time she actually slept? It felt like ages ago, then again sleeping had become hard without him by her side, as she always worried about him - clung tightly to his shirt.
Her eyes stung with more and more tears. But it was in a good way. In a great way. She loved him. She loved him too. "I love you too." She had to say it. She couldn't promise to stay and then let him down by not saying it back. And she loved him so she had to tell him she was in love with him, too. Pulling back a little, she leaned her forehead against his again. "And Bell: You don't have to be strong now." She whispered to him. "You can just ignore them all and take care of me. They can't make you deal with them if you're busy."
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jun 11, 2016 17:47:56 GMT
For Gena the sight of Bellamy and their children was the most beautiful sight in this world. Maximus have frequently asked about his Dad, missing him terribly of course, since he adored Bellamy. Hell, the toddler adored him in every position. Bellamy was his hero. And he was his hero even more now. Because Gena had to tell him something when he asked. And the answer had been the truth: That his Dad went down to the ground to protect his aunt and his sibling and them. And thus Bellamy was even more Maximus' hero than before and Gena would always continue to encourage that. He was a great man. Willing to get hurt for them, even though she hated it - and damn she could turn into a lioness about her family, but now, full of emotion and hormones from their daughters birth, Gena wanted to slowly and strategically hurt those who hurt her Bell.
For now she had to content herself with watching Bellamy peak into the bundle she was holding, taking in the sight of the freshly cleaned up and tired newborn. Gena knew she herself was looking like hell and it felt like she had been through hell, having had to worry about her son, her husband and having contractions on a crashing space station. She loved the way he was crying, the way he looked like he was about to burst with pride and joy. It gave her strength, too. She waited, let him take the lead in the situation that was him reuniting with his family and she wanted him to enjoy, because he deserved it. He was obviously through such a hard time for them. After their soft and loving kiss - somewhere someone coughed, but she did not acknowledge them at all - she smiled at him.
"You did it." She finally commented. They were safe. They were on the ground. They were together. Everything they dreamed of came to pass. Their daughter was safe, Max was safe. She could bet Octavia was around somewhere. Max chose this moment to tighten his hold around his Dad, clearly as unwilling to part from him than Bell was. And she would not make them. Actually, she'd probably kick anyones ass who tried to!
"You survived and we're here. And our daughter..." She trailed off, looking at the baby in her arms. They had fought so hard to have her. Now they did. "She's a true Blake. Couldn't wait to be born the first baby of our people on the ground. She's legal here. Gaia doctrine has no limitation on kids. She's legal, Bell!!"
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jun 7, 2016 18:15:07 GMT
Gena was chained to a wall, bristling with anger and partially fear. But fear was no companion after what happened to her. The thing was: They were attacked by Azgeda, someone they never really trusted. For good reason. They always were enemies. It was Trikrue that betrayed them by keeping her prisoner. Gena knew part of it was due to her love for Bellamy. They wanted to use her against him mostly. There was a lot of that going on right now and she hated every moment of it. So she sat there, refused food - mostly - and glared daggers and those traitorous sons of bitches who once again betrayed their trust. Like they always did. Grounders were a pest. Someone needed to set their heads straight and needed to teach them how to bloody use the pink mushy substance in their heads.
Gena saw the new guard, but didn't do anything about it. She needed to bide her time. She might be freed. She might finally see an opening and then she would leave and never look back again and sure as hell fell no sympathy for any grounder ever again, they sure as hell never showed her or her love any.
Aileen Ash
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Post by Gena Martin on May 28, 2016 20:30:07 GMT
Gena was glad to be in his arms. She was glad to have him react, to hear he was glad she was alive. She did notice that. Otherwise he would have not let go of Clarke for her. He really cared. Sometimes words were unnecessary. Gena always knew he loved Clarke to a certain extend, otherwise he would not have been so hurt by her leaving. Otherwise he would not have battles a wound so fiercely to return to her. She knew that and she had to accept it and wanted to, because she cared about him, loved him deeply with all her soul. But sometimes the voice of doubt was there, enhanced recently by ALIEs poison.
"You won't loose me. Not that easily." She tried to reassure him. She had to. She knew Bellamy struggled with what happened around him. Countless nights next to him when he was wide awake and pretending to sleep did that. She knew his eyes and she saw the pain in them. So anything to take a bit of it away. "Apparently I'm stupidly lucky." She survived the mountain because she had last minute decided to ask someone to take over for her and stay with the others, otherwise she would have been in the heart of the explosion. She came close again during the riot and when she had wanted to leave Arkadia to get berries as the blockade was already established. And she was spared of worse when getting chipped due to her worry for Bellamy. Gena knew, that after everything, Bellamy needed a reassurance, that the people around him would stay. Gena was just about to do that, when she heard the commotion and followed his gaze just in time to see the horror unfold before her eyes.
Octavia ran her weapon -whatever that technically was - through Pike. It was cold, her face void of any emotion at all. She murdered Pike in cold blood right before her brother. She murdered Charles Pike, someone who was there for them, who held the trust of the people, because he was willing to go the distance for them, with them, unlike others, who ruled from above, he ruled with them. "Charles!" She wanted to get to him, but his eyes were already void and lifeless. He was gone. Nobody could help him. And Octavia walked away, just like that. Octavia walked away, just as Gena was about to try and reassure Bellamy that nobody would be taken from him again. How could she just walk away from him? But even as it happened, the loss itself didn't register to her yet. It was him. It was how Bellamy didn't move, that registered. He lost his sister. Gena turned to look at him again. She struggled to move, to get enough movement into her to sit up well enough to be able to place both her hands on Bellamys cheeks, to make him look at her, without force, but with him she didn't need him, simple guiding was enough.
"Hey, look at me." He already was. She held eye contact. "It's going to be fine, Bellamy, I promise. It's going to be fine." She struggled with the words, but she knew what she had to say, what she needed him to know. "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay not to be okay, Bellamy. I got you, okay? I'm here. I'm not going to leave you. You're not alone. I won't let you go through this alone. I got you. I promise. It's going to be okay. We can get through this. I'm not gonna leave you." But as she said that, she felt tears. This was so incredibly unfair. She wrapped her arms around him again, hoping that her words, he physical comfort could be a beginning and help him.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on May 28, 2016 9:32:33 GMT
She had known about Clarke. She had always known about the blonde girl that meant so much to Bellamy. She knew she would stand no chance against her. Bellamy would always rush to her protection. And it seemed she was wrong. While she expected Bellamy to stay by Clarkes side until he could be 100% sure she would be okay - Gena faintly remembered the blonde girls body sagging a bit in weakness. She was wrong about that. Because as soon as his eyes fell on Gena, he moved away from Clarke, leaving her to balance herself out on wobbly legs. The completely unexpected happened: Bellamy chose to check on her over staying to make sure Clarke was safe.
A sigh could be heard, deep and heavy, giving away how exhausted she was. No pain also meant no sleep. With the pain in her leg sleep should be far away, but as soon as Bell pulled her up into his arms and onto his lap, the comfort of being in his arms overruled the pain she felt. It allowed her to calm down and focus on the comfort he gave her. As he pulled his jacket off and pressed it onto her leg, Gena smiled. She felt this. She felt the power he used to stop the bleeding, making this pain wonderful, because it meant she was alive and the other pain, well that was gone with him here. Mesmerized by him being there, she didn't speak until he called out for help.
She reached out, stroking his cheek first, before running her hand through his hair, hoping for the usual effect. "Hey, I'm okay." Gena whispered to him, so that only he could hear her over the noise in the room. "I'll be fine. Abby is a lousy shot." She would not bleed out. They were safe while the doctors took care of those really badly hurt. It was okay. Gena moved once more, wrapping her arms around him to hug him. She knew, even if she did something while being chipped, she would not have had to apologize to him, because he understood, because he loved, with his whole heart. But that didn't necessarily mean he was okay. So much had happened. And when he disappeared, she was terrified, but she knew he would have tried to contact her, if he could. "It's okay now, it's over. We can go home." She looked at him as she pulled back. "What happened to you? Who... who did this to you? How badly are you hurt?" She needed to know. At the same time. "I... I thought I lost you... It's so good to see you."
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on May 27, 2016 16:22:18 GMT
There was no pain in the city of light. She didn't even know why it mattered. She walkedpassed Charles, saw him hesitate for a moment only and ALIE used that, she ordered her to use it. Did she ever feel pain? Should she feel pain? She dropped. She felt herself hit the floor, but there was no pain. Gena struggled to get back up but her legs would not support her for some reason. An almost gentle kick brought her back down.
It was a shock to her system. It felt like being pulled up, out of water in which she was drowning without knowing it. The feelings returned, the numbness was gone in a moment and now she knew why she couldn't get up. Her leg was burning with pain. A glance down revealed red blood. She had been shot. But then again this was not the worst. Bellamy. He was still gone. He was gone for good. There was nothing that could bring him back. Or so she thought.
It was as if everything happened in slow motion. Maybe she was dead already. Maybe heaven was better than the city of light because you could actually still feel, because as Gena lay there, she saw him. She turned her head to follow the unruly head of locks. It was him. And her. Clarke. It was the blonde. So this was not heaven. Something heavy fell on her, a gasp escaped her. For some reason she couldn't speak. She couldn't call out for her beloved even though she wanted to. She just wanted to hold him in her arms, to brush over the wounds she could barely make out through the tears that threatened to fall. Her mouth wordlessly formed his name as he helped Clarke up.
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Post by Gena Martin on May 25, 2016 20:54:33 GMT
The words didn't matter. They were truly irrelevant. Gena watched his mouth movie, his lips, his sinful lips forming words, turning them into some form of magic that held her captivated. his eyes, hidden under those ridiculously attractive glasses, Gena was entranced with him, unable to look away. He was everything she wanted and so much more. He was perfect. In so many ways. In so many ways that she didn't understand a single word of what he was reading to her. He might as well have ready the Exodus Charta to her and it would not have mattered to her at all.
It was perfect. This was perfect. She could just close her eyes, let herself drift to sleep, but it was too good. She could not tear her eyes away from Bellamy. He was gorgeous. He was, truly, everything to her. Gena looked at him lazily, not finding anything amiss until he moved. He started to kiss her, while continuing the story, the words still not registering in her mind. As Bellamy touched her breast, she arched into his touch with a moan. "You're not playing fair." She complained. Then again, did she want him to? Not really. "You know how to make a girl yours." Moaning into his kiss. To hell with the shirt. Gena reached down to pull it over her head and off, trying to toss it over Bellamy to the ground, but it seemed she was too distracted and clumsy to manage that. Instead it flew just far enough to land on his ass. "Even my shirt has taste!"
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Post by Gena Martin on May 13, 2016 17:49:25 GMT
“No.”She laughed, no giggled. While she loved it when he let her dominate him, she also loved to be underneath him. The thing about being with Bellamy was that it was always equal. He only told her what to do when he believed to protect her. And how could she fault him for that? He had been robbed of choice and control of his life when he was young, the choice was only for his sister and nothing else. So she wanted him to be in control when it came to her safety. He was the reasons he could fend off some men after all. With her best interest at heart, she knew he could make mistakes, too. But she knew Bellamy always had good intentions. And someone who had good intentions was someone who should be treated as such. Not many did and that was what she hated. He deserved so much. But tonight it was about something else. It was about them, both of them.
Gena arched her back as he touched her skin, loving the feel of his hand, strong and big, on her skin that was not even remotely smooth, but for some reason Bellamy enjoyed it. Maybe like she enjoyed his hand, no matter how not soft they were. They were the hands of someone, who took matters into his own hands. “I like to see my strong boyfriend above me.” She finished her thought belatedly, but it made it no less true. She loved to see his arms flex, just like she loved to feel his hands on her behind as she wrapped her legs around his waist to let him carry her to the bed. It was small, many would complain. But for her it was perfect. They usually slept tightly entangled anyway. And sex, well you needed to be close to do that anyway. Gena looked up at him once she lay on the bed, him over her as he kissed her. Usually her eyes were closed but now she was staring, drinking him in, unbelieving of how lucky she was.
“Bellamy… I love you.”
Bellamy Blake
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