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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:35:38 GMT
 Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy listened to Jasper explain the first day of Clarke's release in Mount Weather. Another sore subject for the two of them, but they seemed to be discussing it relatively calmly. Thick with emotion and tears yes, but they were not lashing out at each other. Bellamy didn't want to upset Jasper. He had even tentatively brought up Maya but now that they were talking about it . . . he hoped it was a way that the younger male could channel his emotions. To talk about it, if it would help rather than rely on a bottle. Or sex. Both of which he had previously done with Bellamy in the early days after Mount Weather. But it made his heart ache to see his friend choking on his words, to see the tears falling from his eyes. Knowing there was nothing he could do to help. Even more aware of the fact that he was the reason for his tears.
"I didn't know much about her," Bellamy began. An offer, for Jasper to tell him if he wanted to; if he wanted to talk about it, about her. "But from what I did know, I respected her. It was hard not to." Bellamy swallowed, hating what it had gotten her. But he did respect her, and respect was always to be earned. Not demanded. He also couldn't understand the dislike for the woman. Bellamy doubted that what she had done for their people, was limited to saving him and everything that came after. He was fairly certain she did more before he even got there. "She deserved better. A lot of them did." Words that could just trigger Jasper's anger . . . but Bellamy felt the need to say it, even if he knew he didn't have a right to. Jasper's last question was one that Bellamy had never really answered before.
Then again, he had already revealed where he had been when Maya found him. There was no need to further withhold the truth. "I was first put in the cage. Then harvested." Technically he first underwent decontamination, which was more painful than anything else. He had been harvested, in effort to protect Echo. Part of it had been a reason -- a way -- to get out. But the other, the bigger reason, was that he let himself get harvested, so that she didn't. Hell of a thanks he got, not that he expected it from her. "If Maya hadn't come in and stopped it . . . none of us would be alive." Because the entire plan would have failed, more than it had already.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:35:22 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy nodded his head when she suggested him getting cleaned up first. He hadn't even thought of the vomit. All his other senses numbed due to the revelation she had just given him. He didn't want to impose on her if she wasn't ready to talk. That much he knew. But . . . he was also aware that they couldn't prolong the conversation forever. That in telling him that he was the father, Bellamy planned to take that role very seriously. This was a child. His child. He was not going to ignore or dismiss that.
He was not going to neglect his responsibilities to their unborn baby. His priority had and always has been his people, and everything he had ever done . . . was with that interest at heart. "If you're ready to talk tonight, come by my place." That would allow her the control; the ability to decide whether she wanted to come or not, without him forcing her to. "If not, then we can talk tomorrow. Or whenever else your ready." This way, he wouldn't be pressuring her. Hell, who knows how long she would have taken to tell him had he not stumbled upon her in the hall. That is . . . if she would have even told him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:35:12 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy couldn't help but smirk and release a huff of breath when she called him a tease. He knew that was what he was doing; teasing her. Denying her that full release to reach her orgasm, but keeping her on that painful edge. Hell, it made his body ache with that same desperation for release . . . but the fun in teasing her seemed to trump that pain and discomfort. Besides, it wasn't as if he was actually going to deprive them both. He was just building the moment. And every second of withholding it, was well worth it in the way that she screamed his name. The way that she pleaded.
Damn, it made him even more aroused as if that was remotely possible in this moment. He fought the urge to capture her lips, not wanting to silence as noises. Instead, his head fell to her ear, his actions repeating as he pumped into her and then eased toa halt, but didn't withdraw from her. He just remained inside her heat without thrusting."That's all you got?" He breathed, toying with her earlobe between his teeth as he sucked it a little. He wanted to see if he could make her louder, wetter, though he could feel the liquid seeping from between her legs, just as his own precum was slowly dripping from him and into her from where he stayed firmly inside her center.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:35:02 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy felt his heart racing in anticipation when she started counting down. She was right; their bell would be better than any other damn bell someone could offer. When she got to three, Bellamy made a noise that a bell made . . . suddenly exclaiming "Ding dong!" The laughter that came after prevented him from being able to make any other bell type noises. Since, he of course knew there was more than one. When the amusement subsided enough for him to speak, he continued.
"You were so right. Our bell is better." And if she pulled another lock of hair, then he would make a different type of bell sound. Oh this was wonderful! They were literally making their own music and it was incredible! "Anything I can pull on you to make harp noises?" He asked her, not even certain if there was a suggestive tone in his voice. He couldn't use his judgment right now. He was too amused; too humored by this entire situation. He cocked his head to the side, as if inspecting her. "Can you play your hair like a harp?" The question hardly made sense, but in Bellamy's current inebriated mind . . . it was a perfectly valid question.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:34:49 GMT
Tag: @mikhajay whatever THE HELL WE WANT Her words were far from reassuring. Though Bellamy did not consider himself under the command of Lexa, they didn't need another battle right now -- for he wasn't naive enough to believe that the war was over. He wasn't sure whether this meant that she would break them, try to attack them, mean them harm. Her voice trailed off and that statement was left incomplete as suddenly, a reaper ripped through the trees. He went straight for one of their own, but the woman reacted quickly, trying to get him off. Bellamy raised his gun, taking aim at the reaper as he held the Grounder woman.
But Bellamy was hesitant. Because he knew there was a way to save them. He knew that they could be returned to who they were, just like they had done for Lincoln. That was who flashed in his mind. What if it had been Lincoln right now. Bellamy doubted he would have been able to shoot him. But there was no alternative. Despite his entire thought process, the scene unfolded within a matter of seconds.
Bellamy squeezed the trigger, administering one clean shot to the Reaper's head which made him instantly fall lifelessly to the ground, the girl falling with him. Bellamy lowered his gun, the strap over his shoulder as he approached both the girl and the now dead reaper. He stared at the man he had killed, wondering if the commander had considered these people she had abandoned too. He then turned his head toward the woman, extending his hand to her to help her up. "You ok?" He inquired.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:34:35 GMT
Tag: @mikha whatever THE HELL WE WANT They began to move, and Bellamy ensured to take slow steps, moving at Maya's pace so that she did not get too overwhelmed. If she were to collapse, Bellamy knew he could carry her back, but he also didn't want to risk her falling unconscious and then potentially not waking up. It was best that she remain conscious until they reached Arkadia. That way, he could immediately take her to medical. Her question caused his jaw to clench, as he was consumed with guilt. "No," he said in a quiet voice, though thick with sincerity. He wondered if she knew; knew what he had done.
How he had killed everyone in the Mountain, including those who didn't deserve it. He still remembered when they were in the elevator, and she discouraged him from killing one of her teacher's . . . because not everyone was guilty. Not everyone knew. Yet there was no discrimination. At the end of the day, every single person, innocent or not, paid the price of Cage's crimes. Including children. "You fought for what you believed it," he told her, guilt in his voice though he was trying to keep his tone leveled.
"I meant what I said when saying you're a natural born revolutionary." He had not been dismissive of all that she had done. "You saved my people, Maya." Because she could have been idle. She could have left him hanging in the harvest chamber. She could have done nothing. But instead . . . she risked it all and saved them. "There is no way I can fully thank you for that," he added on. The fact that she was alive . . . well, that was something, but it was no thanks to him. Not in the slightest.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:34:22 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly forgiveness IS HARD FOR US Bellamy listened to Jackson question how he could have known. But he should have. Clarke had. Why she hadn't told anyone . . . he had no idea. But he couldn't blame her for that. He wasn't thinking about anyone other than himself when he pulled out the radio. He thought it was just as easy as taking off the other delinquent's wristbands. But apparently, a lot more had been at stake. Something he'd found out too late. He continued to listen to his friend talk about how the lack of oxygen was affecting them, physical repercussions of it. The fact that they would have died anyway . . . didn't help. The fact that they had volunteered . . . didn't help. "I made it happen sooner," Bellamy stated. Who knew what could have happened had they made contact.
They could have given the Ark hope; hope to hold off a little longer. If they had decided to do it anyway . . . well, what was the point in thinking of what if scenarios. The fact was, Bellamy's actions had directly resulted in the culling happening then. At that moment in time. "I wasn't thinking of anyone but myself," he admitted, clearly not proud of that. "Those people, my people." Men, women, possibly even children. It was a genocide he had committed -- or at least helped commit -- just like Mount Weather. "Parents of the others . . . " It was a big part of why he had gone into Mount Weather. Because he owed the delinquents after what he had done. His life had never been his on the Ark, devoted to his family, and nor was it on the ground, devoted to his people. He could feel Jackson's gaze on him as he asked about the wristbands.
It was enough to make Bellamy swallow, ashamed of his answer as he slowly nodded his head. He may as well come completely clean about everything. Maybe then, Jackson would truly understand what a monster he was. "I thought it would prevent, or at least delay the Ark from coming down, if they thought everyone was dying from radiation." Once again, he had not been considering anything or anyone else apart from himself. "I convinced the others to take them off." Rallied up the masses. Blackmailed them into only eating if they removed it. Bribed them. Whatever the hell we want. A notion that Bellamy now felt sickened by, all too aware of the consequences of his selfish actions.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:34:09 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT The sound of any delinquent laughing was melodic. A refreshing sound compared to all the fear and pain that had been thrust upon them ever since landing. Bellamy supposed those like Jasper and limited others, didn't let the pain over power them. They still remained in good spirits. For the most part. Bellamy smirked a little at the mention of it happening soon, before tomorrow when he died. Bellamy wished he could assure him otherwise. But nothing was uncertain down here, least of all their lives. The caress of his hand on Bellamy's stomach felt rather comforting, soothing, and it encouraged him to continue his actions of his own hand running through Jasper's hair.
"All the more incentive not to die. And to keep cheating death like you seem to have a talent for doing," he joked, though not without truth. The tease had been expressed earlier too. But Bellamy didn't want to put a damper on the mood. His intention was to help Jasper relax, not to make him think of what darkness lurked out there; darkness that Jasper had been exposed to first hand. Bellamy's other hand ran down Jasper's chest, lower down his stomach, to the apex of his thighs. "Least you can cross one thing off your list," he teased him with a continued smirk, referring to having experienced and done something in here, that he apparently had never done before.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:33:53 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT The next few weeks, Bellamy had been spending a great deal of time, ensuring that Nina was well. Safe. Physically and emotionally. This pregnancy wasn't like the time his mother was carrying Octavia. Though he hadn't told anyone of it, the reasons for his silence were vastly different. There was no fear of anyone dying from this getting revealed. No need to sneak around, to lie, to steal. But the fear Bellamy felt was still crippling. He could lose Nina or the baby, in ways that he couldn't control. There could be a number of health complications or accidents that could affect either of them. It was why Bellamy had been diligent with her appointments.
Why he was educating himself, so that he was knowledgeable and better able to help her. Between this and his duties in the guard . . . the days were busy. He was returning from a patrol, deciding to stop at the training arena to see how the others were progressing. He had to ask one of the other guardsmen to take over the lesson since Bellamy had been tasked with a patrol instead. Otherwise, he would usually be the one training them. As he made his way into the arena, his eyes scanned over the crowd as he was greeted by the instructor.
But whatever pleasantries would have otherwise been exchanged, were set on hold. Bellamy's eyes rested on Nina, who was currently sparring with Harper. He reacted immediately. He wasn't about to make a scene in front of everyone, but nor was he going to appease her decision to spar. Anything could happen. Sparring commonly resulted in injuries. A kick to the stomach. A fall to the ground. Any number of things that could affect the child she carried. Once he got close enough to Nina and Harper, he spoke. "What the hell are you doing?" He demanded, his voice not raised but stern, gaze rested on Nina.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 20:33:34 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy gave a small nod when she thanked him, feeling the gentle squeeze of her hand that held his. The waves of relief that washed over him still had not ceased. To see her alive and recovering was . . . more than what this cruel world had ever offered them. Nothing came without a price. No life was saved without another lost. But in this case, there was no cost of Fox's survival. He could look at her, without thinking of the hundreds of people he had killed to save. The burden was on him, but looking at her . . . didn't remind him of how many innocent people he had murdered. There was a serenity in that, though with all his misdeeds, it didn't do a hell of a lot. Her question fortunately distracted him as she asked if he could help with physical therapy; train her, to be in the guard as a warrior.
"You were always a warrior," he assured her, wanting her to know that. He believed that of the others. That they were warriors. Fighters. And their strength of heart and resilience, showed that. He placed a great deal of importance on empowering the delinquents, rather than making them feel as worthless as the Ark did when sending them down. "But I can train you," he told her. "If being on the guard is what you want, then we'll make it happen." Other delinquents held position there. Miller, Monroe, Harper. Just to name a few. People that Bellamy trusted; those he could keep close. "But right now, just focus on getting better," he told her. "And I'm gonna be with you, through every step of the way during your recovery." He was not going to abandon her, knowing that with departure of his former co leader . . . had left a void among many of them. Including him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 19:09:50 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY Isaiah initially said that someone stealing food was stupid, and he seemed as if he was going to say something else. Bellamy turned his head to look at him, aware of the fact that he appeared to be growing emotional again. His next words however, were not revealing of the unfinished sentence. Instead, he asked why he was here, said that he didn't have any more questions. Bellamy looked back ahead of him. He could take a hint.
"You're right. I don't." Not really pertaining to the investigation anyway. His presence was clearly making Isaiah uncomfortable and he wasn't going to push it. Instead, Bellamy took the tablet in his hand again and rose to his feet, turning to face toward Isaiah. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Riggs," he said, figuring that Isaiah wanted the formality. Bellamy's attempt to help ease the man backfired, as it seemed his presence was what was distressing him. "If you can think of anything else that could help this investigation, feel free to contact me." As he was the one heading it.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 18:08:51 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy immediately felt cold once he was forced to let go of Bryan. His body having been deprived of the man's contact for almost half a year . . . and then teased with a taste of it, but not as much or as long as Bellamy craved. Or needed. But there would hopefully be time for that. Right now, they were still in dangerous territory with Azgeda warriors about. Bryan spoke of missing some people, those who had been helping them find Clarke. Which . . . well, had apparently been a waste of time.
"They're with us," Bellamy assured him. "One of our people went missing and they were helping us to find her," Bellamy explained, hoping that helped put Bryan's mind at ease. His loyalty to his people was admirable. But then, Bryan had always proved to be an incredible loyal person with a strong heart. One of the many things Bellamy had felt drawn to, and loved him for. "Hanna's with her son, Monty," Bellamy continued. He was assuming that Bryan and the others would know about her missing son. One of the many originally sent down to Earth as guinea pigs.
At least that would provide some more reassurance. Besides, the reunion of loved ones was a beautiful thing, especially after how many were deprived of it. Right now, Bellamy felt beyond fortunate that he was not among those robbed of the opportunity to be reunited with a loved one. Because Bryan was standing here right in front of him. "We have a vehicle to help carry supplies and take people who might not be able to travel on foot." If they had elderly, injured, or young children. "How much further to your base?" Bellamy asked, his eyes once again falling to Bryan as Bellamy was giving up the struggle to not look at him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 18:00:23 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly Note: I had Jackson sleeping but if you don't think he would have been, or that he would have stayed asleep that long, let me know and I can edit! whatever THE HELL WE WANT Things had not gone according to plan. What turned into a should have been short mission . . . took a turn for the worse. Bellamy had been going to patrol the area, and him and those he went with had gotten caught in the middle of a grounder attack on it. They stayed to help fight how they could, but they were overpowered. With recognized Skaikru however, the attackers took them more as . . . some form of ambassadors than prisoners. Though Bellamy didn't see much difference between the two. He just knew that they couldn't escape, and the safest thing to do right now, was to go with them. To appease them. The worst part of it, was that he couldn't even contact Arkadia.
Him and the others would have just seemingly disappeared, and of course Bellamy didn't want the others to think that. His mind remained on one person in particular. Especially with how they left things. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks formed into a month. They were forced to Polis as "guests" as well and while Bellamy had wanted to use that travel as an excuse to flee, they were out numbered and had no weapons. Bellamy's distrust of the Grounders had not changed. But he knew when to pick his battles. Right now, there was no point in provoking them. Hell, he wasn't even sure if they were doing this because they knew who he was.
If they knew his part in the attack on the Grounder army. Bellamy had no intention to stay long enough to find out. Polis held far more distraction and familiarity to the Arker, so he and his men formulated a plan, and managed to escape in the middle of the night, trying to be as discreet as possible as they disguised themselves in long robes over their clothing. Once they were well out of the city, they could remove them and proceed as Arkers. Still weaponless with the exception of a couple daggers they managed to steal on the way out of the city. Time was of the essence, and they couldn't waste any more of it.
The gates of Arkadia had never look so wonderful. It was the middle of the night, but a sense of relief and the last bit of adrenaline they had, got them to walk through. The guards on duty hurried to them, asking what happened, and Bellamy allowed the others to explain in more detail. He would brief the others the next day. Right now, his presence back held priority to someone else. Having been gone for so long, somehow made him realize just how much he wanted to fix things. Not that he hadn't wanted to before, but this time, he didn't want to avoid it. He didn't want to shy away from a touch, or from loving words, or his partner's embrace.
He made his way to their room, pausing outside the door for a moment, wondering if Jackson would want to see him. But he couldn't avoid it. It wasn't fair. So he took a deep breath, and quietly closed the door behind him. Jackson was sleeping, or so Bellamy assumed by his body on the bed. The Arker made his way to it, sitting on the edge of the bed, on the same side as Jackson was sleeping where there was a little space. Bellamy was torn as to whether to wake him up or not . . . so he just put his hands on his head, his fingers gently stroking through his hair as he watched the man he loved sleep. Seeing him again after so long, knowing that he was ok . . . made his heart swell with emotion. Made him realize how he had been taking all this for granted. Taking Jackson for granted. And he never wanted to do that again.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 17:32:15 GMT
Derrick Sorry about the wait!! SO I did two sigs, one with a quote and one without!!
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 13, 2016 3:25:54 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy held his breath as Bryan neared him, wrapping his arms around him, and he instantly reacted. He wrapped his arm around Bryan in return, holding the cloth to his nose still so that he didn't get any blood on his boyfriend. If that was what they still even were. Bellamy fully expected Bryan to hate him. To be angry with him for what he had done. But in this moment, relief seemed to trump all else. Bellamy closed his eyes, deeply breathing to take in the familiar scent of Bryan; the familiar feel of being held by him and holding him. He started talking about how he vanished, how no one would tell him anything . . . how he thought they floated him.
Bellamy's heart ached for the pain he must have caused him. He shared the fear of having thought he lost Bryan, that he had been one of the many causalities on the Ark. Fate never seemed to be kind and yet, in this one instance, it was. "Not here," Bellamy breathed against Bryan's ear. They would need to have a conversation. And Bellamy would explain everything, even if that may fully decide that Bryan was done with him. He couldn't withhold his truth. Bryan deserved better. Better than him. Bellamy drew his head back to look at his partner, lowering the cloth as the bleeding seemed to finally stop. He wanted nothing more than to kiss him, the urge incredibly overwhelming. But . . . he also knew that he couldn't just pretend everything would be ok. Bryan should hate him for what he had done.
Not even fully realizing that his arm was still around Bryan, he finally broke his gaze and looked around, lowering his arm but clearly not wanting to let him go. It was against his preference, but necessary. "There are more of a our people, a lot of people. We came to get you . . . to take you home. To Arkadia." The name was telling enough. Bellamy found his eyes resting on Bryan's face once more; it was impossible to stop staring at him, fearful that if he did, he would somehow disappear. "We should get the rest of your group and head out as soon as possible." Where it was safer than out here. As evidenced by the disguise that Bryan and the others took on.
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