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Urged to sit, Murphy intended on turning his attention back to unclothing Bellamy, his pants undone as they were and the chance to touch and taste so close. Eager temptation bringing Murphy's hands up ready to push lower and expose, though his actions were interrupted. There was no complaint, with his partner now dropping to kneel before him, another sight the younger male loved to see. The pleasure lacking any smug victory but rather a delight in the anticipation, building swiftly now as his gaze fell to Bellamy's hands working the fastening of his pants until the kiss distracted him.  

It was as welcome as every touch was at this moment, overwhelming with the intensity of all that had led here and yet not enough. At once gratifying his appetite for the other only to rouse his yearning beyond reach yet again. Each caress of lips and trail of fingertips inciting a deeper hunger that perhaps Bellamy would one day sate but for now, it seemed to stretch out unceasing. Making the contact, the closeness, all the more coveted. 

Obliging the nudge between his legs to accommodate, he claimed a hold on Bellamy's hair in possessive affection, a soft hum escaping amid the kiss once Murphy felt his partner's hand curl around him, already aching for motion. His free hand resting briefly on Bellamy's shoulder soon wandered to touch the other's neck, absently tracing ghosts of their past as his fingers ran a line around to the front, the pad of his thumb trailing another down to the soft dip of his throat. Finally abandoning to fall lower with a light grasp around Bellamy's wrist in a hushed request for movement.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

The pieces were coming together the more Bellamy shared, his words limited but poignant, enabling Murphy to draw out the parts of the story he'd picked up prior to this and slot them together. Pick out which were truthful, which were myth. He'd heard there had been a stand-off of sorts, an ultimatum at least, and the occupants of Mount Weather or rather their leaders had rejected it. In which case, perhaps it would feel that the Arkers had no choice and were forced to take action. It sounded more than reasonable, more than fair. They hadn't stormed the place with a ruthless determination to wipe them out as Murphy figured the grounders would have done. They had planned to do the same to the delinquent camp. And maybe that would have been excusable considering the crimes of Mount Weather, but the Arkers hadn't done so. 

As Bellamy went on, Murphy was ready to speak up with more questions. Who trusted him? Who helped him? But his thoughts drifted to Jasper and his occasional outbursts in the Hangar or wherever goggle boy decided to rage about murder and Maya, whoever that was, and 'if they had just waited'... for what? This surely came back to the Arkers and the choice they were denied, to Bellamy and his guilt. So they had allies in Mount Weather but they had to have been few. Why else would it have been such a struggle for those trapped to escape? The majority must have been adverse or indifferent. Aside from the children. 

That was undoubtedly the worst part for Bellamy. The innocence lost. The friends left behind. But Murphy knew that the other would take the entire body count, friend and foe alike, and carry it as penance regardless of what had been necessary. It was more evident now than ever as Bellamy met his gaze, free of deception through duty to remain strong and instead overflowing with the emotion of his torment. Hate him. How many times had he tried? Only to eventually admit to himself he couldn't. "... I haven't managed to hate you yet, I'm not about to start now." 

The other's apology was offered up to the ghosts of those sacrificed, Murphy thought. With the anguish of never having the chance of forgiveness from those gone. It would only add to the burden. But the living, they could offer it, or some amnesty in understanding. In acceptance. For Murphy, their was no struggle to understand, he would have made the same choice and would have told Bellamy as much but it would inevitably make him feel no better, perhaps worse. He stilled at Bellamy's final word, studying him for a few quiet moments before he leaned in to rest his forehead to his partner's temple in some small show of support. "What's done is done. You have to live with it, but the blame? You gave them the chance to protect their own and they didn't take it. That's not on you, Bellamy... that's on them."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

The admission regarding the grounders almost drew a huff in bitter amusement, but he held it back. The grounders retreated when they had needed them. There was no shock in the revelation, they couldn't be trusted and it had been a foolish move on the Arkers part to do so. He had even said as much during alliance talks, though there had been nobody to listen and he'd left them behind to their truce and new friends. Murphy thought to comment on that... the grounders let you down, what a surprise... but there was no place for the remark. Not now. Not with Bellamy so clearly torn up inside.  

From disjointed pieces of the story that were still drifting around camp when Murphy had returned, he'd gathered that what the Arkers had done had been necessary. If Bellamy's actions had been paramount in that, then he was no doubt pushed to it. Yet, he had been pushed to do awful things before when there was a choice not to go ahead and if this had been a similar scenario, had the other been justified at all? The next words from Bellamy's lips seemed to answer, they were going to kill them. Such circumstances shifted the boundaries, altered how far one could or should go. And they had gone all the way. 

Still, he let Bellamy go on, the other man appearing to need to say more on the matter. His next statement was prominent regardless of Bellamy's wavering composure. What he had to do was a long way from merely giving the people what they wanted. Although Murphy considered pushing for the entirety of truth behind the words, he knew they were honest. The tear that broke away to expose Bellamy's pain seemed to confirm the gravity of his words and coaxed a closer step from Murphy to bring him right in front of the other. With a faint tilt of his head to catch his partner's gaze. "It was you or them? Then yeah, Bellamy... you did what you had to do."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

Work detail. That's where he'd ended up again, although this time it didn't appear to be in direct penance for anything in particular. Perhaps it was just delayed punishment for some older offence, but the 'official' reason was that it was temporary until they found a job for him in the camp. Sure. Right now it was feeling a whole lot like that familiar life on the Ark, they'd simply brought down the usual bureaucracy along with it. Same pecking order. 

It didn't seem to matter what had happened before the rest of them had arrived, other than the continued threat of the grounders and the events at Mount Weather, everything else was dismissed, along with most of them. Nothing more than kids being kids. At least that's how it had seemed. Unless you were a Blake or a Griffin. Maybe then you'd get an audience and a pass for anything untoward you may have done. For the rest of them it was back to business as usual, back to the bottom of the ladder. For Murphy, even lower if it was possible. Let them go ahead, since all the decisions those in power had made to this point were oh so righteous and clever. Sooner or later they'd make another mistake and everybody would end up paying for it, some more than others. 

Murphy had been given a break and was content to take much longer than he'd been allowed. What would they do, extend his work detail? It was already indefinite as far as he could tell. His time here in camp however was another matter. So much had happened since events had taken a turn at the dropship. The terms and enforcement of his banishment had faded out of immediate thought while the focus was placed on a greater threat than he had posed. There had also been his own unexpected reaction to once again holding a particular Arker on the end of a rope, at a cliff's edge. If Murphy had dared to think it might have signalled a turning point, he'd been reminded how foolish the idea was once they'd returned to camp following Finn's descent into murder mania. Hadn't that somehow been on Murphy too?

So it was he remained uneasy and unsure of how welcome he truly was in camp, regarding it as only a matter of time before he found out. For now he would duck his forced duties and wander when he could. He headed to the outskirts, less people and less eyes on him, slowing a touch once he was a fair distance from those who would care he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Although somebody who perhaps did seemed to be tailing him. Maybe they were merely wandering too, but the fact they were conveniently taking the same path had him dipping further out of view the first chance he had. Now as his little stalker came to a confused halt, he took a moment for a better look before stepping out behind her and speaking up as he moved past. Backing up now with a casual point in the direction she came from. "He went that way."

Tag: Thalia Tait

Bellamy was beyond merely needing a little breathing room, though it wasn't a surprise. Not after the look Murphy had seen as they'd set off back to camp and he'd caught just a glimpse of agony in Bellamy's eyes before the other had turned away. That same look was present now as Bellamy emerged from the bathroom, a tormented gaze reddened at the edges. It had shown itself before though perhaps not so profoundly as this. In moments where nightmares shook him awake and he'd glanced to Murphy while wakefulness was still setting in and it seemed that Bellamy's very vision was clouded with ghosts. If only for a few minutes before he fully grasped at the conscious world. When he could roll up the defenses and find his mask. 

It appeared he was attempting the same thing right now, only he hadn't just stepped out of a night terror this time. "Probably..." Murphy trailed off for a second or two before adding a confirmation, to reassure Bellamy although he was sure the other didn't need it. "... Yeah." Triviality. It was easy to focus on a task that was inconsequential by comparison. At times it might have helped. Shift thoughts to something relatively mundane or otherwise, whatever might distract from what ailed you. But now was not one of those times. This was too much to be pacified by small talk. 

With a couple of tentative steps closer he paused again, letting his gaze drift momentarily only to settle once more on Bellamy. They were still a short distance apart and for the best, Murphy wasn't here to bombard the other both with presence and words. But something needed to be said so he decided to use the topic Bellamy himself had brought up to open an opportunity to deviate from it. "You're not worrying about that though... are you?" It was offered with a tone midway between a question and a statement.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

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