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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 26, 2016 0:36:02 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy didn't hand over the chip to Jackson when he extended his hand for it. While Bellamy knew he wouldn't be able to undo all of ALIE's work by possessing one, there was no need wasting it. The only way that it was leaving this room with Jackson, was in Jackson. And his words held no indication that he had any intention of ingesting it. "It gave me clarity. More than I ever thought possible. It reminded me of who I have always wanted to be; a person rid of pain. Of the burdens that I carry with me. You can have that too." He took a step closer to him, though held a firm grip on the key to the City of Light.
"It can make you feel better." Bellamy paused, a soft smiling on his lips as he reached out to touch Jackson's cheek. "You work so hard to save other people. To heal them, when you can't even heal yourself." He was making it a point to suggest that his burdens, were interfering with his job. "Imagine all that you can accomplish, how much better you can be . . . if you rid yourself of this pain. Not only for your own sake, but for the sake of everyone." All of Arkadia. He could achieve such great things, if he only entered the City Of Light.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 26, 2016 0:28:14 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy listened to her one statement in response to all that he had said. One blunt statement. His expression remained unchanged. What could he possibly say to that? Maybe she did want to. Maybe she wished she had thrown a few punches herself. If everyone believed he deserved it, then what made it so different from actually being the one to hit him? The realization of that had been alarmingly clear in the moment, and been what of what made him crumble and feel utterly defeated.
"Whatever it takes to move past this," he said in equally blunt words. Bellamy wasn't necessarily angry with her as she was with him. The reasons for that still . . . ones that Bellamy felt the need to defend. But wouldn't right now. And couldn't. What difference would it make? They had all cast their judgment and allowed partial punishment to ensue. Perhaps this was the rest of it. Her anger and bitterness toward him because what had happened before, had not been enough. Nothing he did or didn't do would ever be enough. But that didn't mean he would stop trying.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 26, 2016 0:10:29 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Murphy answered his question, yet it only raised more. With each passing remark, Bellamy grew increasingly confused. He was there because she had gotten out? Had risked himself to save her? Had he offered himself as bait so that she could leave? That . . . didn't sound right. Yet a lot of time had passed between them, and he wasn't sure how much Murphy had changed. Despite Bellamy's anger toward Clarke, he too had risked himself to save her. More than once. So really, anything was possible.
"What do you mean?" He questioned, knowing that the general inquiry could just prompt another non descriptive answer. "Murphy, start from the beginning. How did you end up here with Clarke, and how the hell did she get out and you didn't?" There. Explicit questions. Ones that Bellamy sincerely hoped Murphy answered. Despite the fact that it was the older male who was currently chained up, seemed that they were both prisoners. And both needed to help each other. But in order to do that, Bellamy needed to know the details of what happened so that he could get a better idea of the situation.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 25, 2016 23:56:06 GMT
someone has GOT TO HELP ME RUN THINGS Once again, Murphy's words held the utmost truth. Privileged didn't have everything. On the Ark, it seemed like they did. Favor. Connections. Bias when it came to the laws. And that was excluding all material goods. Down here . . . there was no rank. Privileged weren't automatically placed in authority. And Bellamy much preferred it this way of course. "Common damn sense being one of the things they're missing," he added on, clearly referring to the main two privileged people that he and his seconds had the most tension with.
Murphy's agreement, and his willingness to shut them down . . . was in part what made Bellamy approach him to help him run things. The sound that suddenly distracted their conversation and purpose for being out here, caught Bellamy's attention as well as he turned his head to the direction from which it came. He gripped his axe, hand tight on the wooden handle of it. He held his hand out, steady, slowing his breath, not daring move too quickly. He turned to Murphy, giving him that look that indicated they should prepare to run. It could be an animal. It could be Grounders. Either way, they had to be prepared for the worst. He gave a short nod to Murphy, because Bellamy slowly and cautiously, took a step forward toward the sound from the unknown source.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 25, 2016 21:42:58 GMT
  Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jackson's fingers moving over Bellamy's nipple, was making him even harder. His body urgent for more; more of Jackson's touches and caresses. Just . . . more of him. He had never felt such heightened need for anyone before Jackson. He'd quickly learned early on in their relationship why that had been the case. Because he loved him. And the emotion of love, made every physical act so much more powerful. The desire so much more intense. When Jackson spoke of liking the name, Bellamy just continued to smile. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed the attentions of Jackson's mouth moving along his jaw. "Me too," he admitted. His last name had been his mother's.
He would feel proud of Jackson took it. "I like the sound of that as well," Bellamy admitted upon hearing Jackson add his own surname to Bellamy's. It was a title. One that Bellamy would have with pride and honor. A legal proclamation of their love for one another. "You can call me BJ for short," Bellamy joked, clear suggestiveness in his voice. He titled his head to the side, trying to let his lips touch wherever he could reach from this angle. "Maybe we should test it out," Bellamy added on, clearly referring to the meaning of his teasing comment, rather than the actual name. With that, Bellamy gently pushed Jackson onto his back, hovering over him, as he kissed him in a deep embrace, his lips starting to travel down his chin and the front of his neck.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 25, 2016 21:32:20 GMT
  Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Hearing Bryan speak of how he missed this, just made it feel even more incredible -- as if that was possible. Every sense of Bellamy's was heightened. Strongly aware of not having been exposed to all this for five months. They were now in overdrive. And he didn't have any clue how he was managing to even restrain himself in this moment. His partner's teasing words only made Bellamy smirk, his heart beating in anticipation for seeing him put the words into action. Bellamy sharply inhaled when Bryan's hands touched his ass, pulling them closer so that their cocks were pressed against one another. Hardened and ready.
Bellamy gently nipped Bryan's bottom lip, his hands continuing to massage his scalp, taking his time, despite his need for the man. He felt is shoulders move, indicating that he was starting to soap himself. Bellamy didn't want to miss that opportunity. He wanted to touch Bryan. Feel every contour of his newly developed muscles. Wanted to learn his body again with all its changes. "It does," Bellamy breathed. With the determination in mind, he captured Bryan's lips in a strong kiss, moving him back so that he was against the wall. He had not yet washed the shampoo from his hair, but he would take care of that later. Bellamy's body in between Bryan and the water but there was still a chance that some could get onto Bryan. And cause the shampoo to leak onto his face. Which was in part why Bellamy had said the next words.
Easing out of the kiss, Bellamy's hand reached for the soap in Bryan's, taking from him while his lips moved to Bryan's ears. "Keep your eyes closed," he said in a low voice. With that, a small smile crept onto Bellamy's lips as his hands, one still holding the soap, starting to move over Bryan's body. He started at his shoulders, slowly moving his hands down his arms, fully appreciating the way he felt. He then moved under his arms, grazing up them until he reached the end, at which point . . he hands started to draw forward to Bryan's chest. Bellamy's eyes were fixated on his actions, taking in every detail of his partner's body, wet and soaped up. Unable to resist touching him more, Bellamy reached forward, kissing the bottom of Bryan's neck as his hands moved down his chest, and lower, inching their way to his cock.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 25, 2016 21:15:17 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy had been so lost in his own thoughts, that he hadn't heard the other enter. He hadn't heard the approaching footsteps. He was only pulled from his mess of a mind, when he heard the familiar voice. Bellamy didn't even need to look up from his drink to know who it was. The familiarity of it, despite the lengthy period of time that had passed in which they did not share each other's company. Bellamy clenched his jaw, the word . . . the title sounding so, unfamiliar.
He would never be used to being addressed in this voice. Unsure he ever wanted to. Power corrupted a person. This kind of title was not without it. From the past few Chancellors, most all of them were corrupt. Or their rule resulted in mutiny. Bellamy knew he couldn't make everyone happy, and feared what would occur as a result. What he didn't expect from the former delinquent's tone, was the lack of condescension. It wasn't overly mocking, though still held that typical Murphy tone.
For that, Bellamy had to be appreciative of the fact. He pulled another cup toward him, filling it up and pushing it to the side, more aligned to where Murphy stood -- or where he could approach if he so desired it. Taking another large swig of the beverage, Bellamy finally turned to look at Murphy. "How are you and Emori holding up?" He asked. He knew he couldn't say 'settling in', since he wasn't certain of Murphy's plans. All he could ask was how they were coping. With Emori having been chipped and Murphy having been tortured.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 25, 2016 21:04:49 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy gave another slight chuckle when Jackson asked if he was the bride, though it was silenced by a kiss. One that Bellamy returned with the same deep slowness. When eased out of it, he responded to his previous question. "Only if you want to wear a white dress," he said teasingly, a smirk playing on his features. Bellamy listened to Jackson explain that he never thought about marriage. That didn't surprise him, considering the past conversations they had prior to becoming a couple . . . ones that involved reasons as to why they hadn't fully committed to being with another.
He felt his heart swell with emotion at his words. At hearing him say how he had changed his life. "And you changed mine. For the better." He wanted him to know that. Bellamy wasn't sure where he would be if it weren't for Jackson. He wasn't sure how he would have survived everything. Each kiss, each touch was making him increasingly distracted as his body started to crave more. He breathed with a contentment, Jackson's words of saying I do, being everything he needed.
Bellamy felt the same way. The same mutual need. And while it may sound like a simple thing . . . it wasn't. Because they had fought long and hard to get to where they were today. And where they would be on their wedding day. "That sounds so perfect," Bellamy commented, kissing Jackson deeply after breathing his words. Easing out of it, Bellamy kept his lips brushed against his partner's. "Does this mean you're going to hyphenate to Jackson-Blake?" He teased once more, unable to help but smile with amusement at the teasing notion.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 25, 2016 18:48:05 GMT
Can't say I've ever really tried to dance a whole lot.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 25, 2016 1:44:30 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT The thought of getting married right now was so damn tempting . . . but as Jackson had said, arrangements would have to be made. Besides Bellamy was serious in that he wanted to spend the entire night and day with Jackson. The first official day that they were married. "Sounds good," Bellamy agreed fully when Jackson spoke of figuring out when Abby could spare him. He let out a small chuckle at Jacksons comment regarding moving to fast. His hand moved to rest over Jacksons that was on
his heart. A heart that beat only for him. "Maybe youre not moving fast enough," he said jokingly. . . his voice holding suggestion to something else. Made easier with the nip of his lip between Jacksons mouth. His other hand was enjoying runnning through Jacksons dark locks of hair. "I know you may not have thought much about what your wedding would be like . . . but I want it to be everything you could ever hope for or want on that day." Grand or small. Several guests or just a few. Indoor or outdoor. Bellamy wanted to make this day perfect for Jackson.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 24, 2016 22:44:21 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Who he wanted. Who Bellamy wanted at his wedding, he doubted would actually want to him. He wasn't sure he would have much of a guest list. He didn't know how the other former delinquents percieved him -- some past actions making it quite clear -- and with everything else going on with the others . . . well, Bellamy just wasn't sure. He was hardly going to bring down the mood though, trying to keep his spirts uplifted.
Which wasn't difficult; considering that he was engaged to the man he loved. "Just Abby sounds fine with me," Bellamy said with a smile. He knew that Kane would probably have to be there to officiate it. So his presence was more for technical reasons than personal. Though, Bellamy would have loved to have him there for the latter. That was before though. A smile formed on Bellamy's lips when Jackson questioned whether he would be able to walk the next day or not, a slight chuckle leaving him, pushing aside other thoughts of guests and the damaged relationships.
He'd rather focus on his most successful one. "Maybe not," he teased the idea, kissing along his cheek before looking at his fiance. "I just want to spend our first day together as husbeands." And enjoy what that meant. The title . . . sounding so incredible falling from his lips as Bellamy heard the sound of it. "How soon?" He asked again. "Tomorrow?" He kissed Jackson's lips. "Next week?" His lips moving to the corner of his mouth. "Next month?" He was just throwing out time periods between each kiss, each touch of his lips against his partner's skin. His fiance. His . . . soon to be husbeand.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 23, 2016 23:28:22 GMT
Tag: Derrick Notes: That sounds great! whatever THE HELL WE WANT Nothing terrible. Bellamy didn't know what to expect, only that it didn't seem to be wise to reject the extended offer. Especially as he had been personally called here. It was for a reason, and despite his . . . feelings towards Lexa, part of him had to be relieved that she had invited him, and that it was insisted he go. So that he could represent the people in ways that he wasn't certain Kane, Abby or Clarke could. He gave a reluctant look when the other three moved to explore Polis, not entirely comfortable with letting them out of his sight. But he had no other choice. Instead, he walked alongside Lexa, glancing at the other Arkers briefly once more before they really started moving in separate paths. He didn't say anything; not even certain how to bring up the conversation. And fortunately, he didn't need to.
Lexa took the liberty of doing that. He clenched his jaw, fighting back the emotion when she commented about how he must feel about her. Well, at least she knew. But then again, how could she not. Acknowledgement however was helpful. He wouldn't have to stand here justifying how he felt; or explaining their point of view. Bellamy knew that Lexa wasn't stupid. Far from it. He let her question process in his mind, collecting his thoughts, figuring how best to formulate a response.
He was used to empowering his people, motivating them. But when it came to discussing these sort of things . . . well, it wasn't exactly his area of expertise. At the same time, he wasn't going to sugar coat anything for the sake of appeasing her. "My feelings aren't relevant," he began, his words sincere, as he looked forward rather than at her. His own feelings didn't matter. His feelings towards Lexa was due to what had been the result. The genocide.
The consequences of having trusted the Grounders. Bellamy supposed he should blame himself for that. He never should have relied on them. Maybe, they could have found another way. "It's about protecting my people. And you didn't do that." When they had agreed upon it. His voice was blunt -- maybe too blunt when addressing Heda, but he wasn't going to apologize. He slowly turned his head to look at her. "We trusted you. My people were willing to fight for yours. But you weren't willing to fight for us." Even after they had done the work of getting inside Mount Weather. "What makes it different this time?" Other than the fact that they didn't have a common enemy . . . would the common goal of peace be enough?
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 23, 2016 23:19:11 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy wanted to protest again, telling him that he didn't have to thank him, but he just remained silent instead. Softly smiling at his words. He was forever glad that he had opened up to Jackson in the cave that night. Who knows if they would have been together had they not had that conversation. Bellamy liked to believe that it only would have been a matter of time . . . but who knows. Fortunately, they didn't have to consider that alternative. What mattered was that they were together, now. For the rest of their lives. Truth be told, Bellamy wasn't sure about inviting anyone else.
The three people that he felt closest to . . . well, he was now in strained relationships with. He didn't want anything to ruin that day. He didn't want to see hatred from other people's eyes. He jsut wanted to commit himself to the man he loved. That was it. "I'll leave the guest list to you," Bellamy told him, almost teasingly, but his words holding truth. Bellamy truthfully didn't care what the ceremony would be like . . . so long as it happened.
So long as they were able to be formally and legally married. "Oh, we'll be doing a lot more than that after," Bellamy teased him, kissing kiss his jaw for a moment, gently nipping it, as if to further tease. "Make sure you get the next day off," he added on. Because he intended on keeping Jackson busy that night. The temptation, the excitement continuing to build within Bellamy. "When do you want to do it?" He asked, drawing his head back to look into his fiance's eyes.
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