My sister, my responsibility.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 8, 2016 4:00:57 GMT
Bellamy threw his weight against the shackles on his wrists, ignoring how his flesh screamed against metal. Fresh trails of blood tricked down his forearms, mixing with the caked stains from past attempts. His knuckles blanched as he gripped the chain, trying shift some of the pain into his palms to spare his wrists. It momentarily took his mind off of how much the rest of his body hurt.
When he couldn't pull anymore, he collapsed with fatigue and fell back against the cold stone behind him. Perhaps the stake that anchored him to the wall would be just a little looser next time. A grounder prisoner in the adjoining cell nearly cracked a smirk at the stupid Arker who thought he could escape the Capital so easily.
For a moment he let his eyes fall closed. Bellamy tried to remember his purpose. Indra's words burned into his brain: Clarke was being hunted. Those words that spurred him onwards against good sense, against reason. Bellamy had obeyed Clarke's wishes up to a point; he'd let her go, he'd given her space, but the time for space had ended, and she needed to come home, before he lost her forever.
Bellamy didn't know what sort of man he would be without Clarke. Perhaps the sort of man who would give a troubled girl a knife, tell her to slay her demons, and string up a friend for her crimes. Bellamy feared that man.
There was a line from the Aeneid that invaded his thoughts: "the only hope for the conquered is no hope for safety", translated roughly from the latin "una salus victis nullam sperare salutem". It wasn't a mantra, not a good one, at least, and yet, a man who thought he had lost everything was a special kind of dangerous.
* * *
His actions had not been those of an entirely sane person. Bellamy knew that. It was why his scouting party would already be well on their way back to Arkadia by now. With Ice Nation's growing aggression they'd sought to secure the trail in advance of bringing the Arcadian delegates to Polis, but Bellamy wasn't waiting, not while Clarke's life hung in the balance.
Lexa was holding Clarke in Polis. That as as much as Indra had been able to tell them; after all, it wasn't her place to question the Commander. As far as Bellamy was concerned, the events of Mount Weather had proven that whatever favor the grounder Commander had held for Clarke paled in comparison to her own goals and ambitions. Lexa would kill "Wanheda" for her "power" if, and when, she needed to. Bellamy could only hope he wasn't too late.
Giving Bellamy charge of this particular mission had been a clear mistake; though he was a good soldier some 90 percent of the time, the other ten he did "whatever the hell he wanted", and the thought of losing Clarke made him just a little bit insane. Clarke never would have left him prisoner in the hands of their enemy, safety be damned. At least, that was what he chose to believe.
Bellamy had taken second watch, and just before first light, he quietly packed up his things and disappeared into the woods, straight for the tunnel that Indra had told Kane about in case they ran into trouble on the road. The Capital was well-guarded, with only one clear entrance and exit, no weapons allowed. He assumed the tunnel would be guarded as well, but he was counting on it being relatively quiet since it seemed to be reserved for emergencies.
This was an emergency.
After a long path into nothingness, the tunnel led to a back stairwell in the basement levels of the Tower where the Commander's prisoners were kept. Bellamy made it past the first guard without too much trouble thanks to his stun baton.
The stairwell continued up at least two more levels before it started to crumble and the elevator became the primary means for moving up the Tower, but Bellamy did think he'd need to go far. He peered through the small barred window of a door that opened on a long, empty hallway. He slid the iron bolt lock open slowly and ducked to the other side of the door.
Bellamy made it to the prison without any trouble, but as his eyes searched each cell, he found the cold stares of grounder prisoners, but no Clarke. At the end of the hall he came to another door, this one, without a window.
The next door opened on a small gathering of guards instead of an empty hallway. Bellamy hurriedly dropped the baton for his rifle and took out the kneecap of the closest grounder. He felt hot metal in his thigh as a knife sailed across the room and buried itself deep in his muscle. He stumbled forward, losing his balance as his leg cramped and gave out on him. One of the other grounders used that opportunity to go for the muzzle of his gun, pushing it away as the Arker sprayed bullets into the stone walls. A second grounder, the one who had thrown the knife, swept his good leg out from under him, and Bellamy went down hard.
He didn't remember much after that. He went in out of consciousness a few times, and each time he awoke, something else was bruised.
* * *
He knew it was silly, but a part of him was actually most disappointed, not in his arrest, but that Clarke wasn't amongst the other prisoners sharing his cell. Undoubtedly she would be in some sort of solitary confinement, more befitting of the "Commander of Death".
Bellamy closed his eyes, wound his hands around the chain with practiced familiarity, and pulled.
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Post by Lexa on Oct 10, 2016 14:10:05 GMT
 "--brought guns to this most sacred place."
"The nerve of these skaikru--"
"--not worth the trouble of keeping."
"No point in involving--"
"Enough!"
The chatter behind the Commander fell at the sharp authority of her voice. Lexa continued to press forward briskly through the hallway until she stopped at the door. Despite the intense expression on her face, she didn't simply barge in; she knocked before opening the door.
"Clarke," she called to the other woman. "Come with me."
The Commander filled Wanheda in as they walked at some distance from the guards toward the elevator that would take them down to the prison. She knew Clarke would be angry that one of her own was in imprisoned, but Lexa remained like stone to that fire. This boy had come into her Tower like a fugitive and dishonoured all her customs without any regard. On top of that, one of her guards was currently being treated for a bullet wound.
What he intended by breaking in she didn't know, but to let him go without questioning him first was too lenient even for the wise Heda. Not everyone had Clarke's privilege, but Clarke hadn't committed the same foolish crimes.
The elevator doors opened to the cold, dimly lit space of the Tower's many holding cells. Guards were stationed at every exit, including on both sides of the elevator they stepped out of. Clarke would have been hard pressed to sneak into this particular area, and the Commander would have preferred she never had a reason to bring her down to such a gloomy place. Wanheda may have fashioned herself a prisoner in the Tower; now she could see how the real prisoners were treated.
They stopped in front of Bellamy's cell. Lexa looked over his face, searching for any tells while giving none of her own. Then, she looked to the woman by her side.
NOTES: Beautiful post, Carol~ I'll just bring Clarke to you for now and watch how that goes. |
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 12, 2016 0:59:14 GMT
Bellamy is the key to everything.
If he dies, we die.
Gunshots were an unfamiliar noise in Polis. Clarke hadn't heard any since her arrival, and their sharp staccato down below was enough to have her on her feet and rushing for her door. Guns could only mean one thing: her people were here! The blonde's heart soared as she pushed at her door but a heavy hand kept it from opening it all the way. Her guard was barring the exit. It wasn't safe, he told her as he shoved her back inside, and he'd been pressed by the Heda to keep her safe.
With a huff Clarke stubbornly kept pushing at the door until it slammed in her face and she heard the lock slide into place. Furious the caged lioness stomped noisily away from the door and began to pace in circles for lack of something better to do with her sudden surge of nervous energy. She was so absorbed in her on thoughts that she didn't noticed the shadow under the door retreat, or the lock slide back open once the danger was free and clear.
An indeterminate time later and someone was knocking on that door. The pacing spacer whirled at the sound of the door opening, her pale eyes instantly lighting on Lexa as the Commander called her over. Clarke came, as commanded, her brow furrowing more at the situation than at the orders.
"What's going on? What happened?" the blonde demanded to know as she charged out the door. She barely waited for Lexa to catch up with her, pushing the pace even further when the other woman informed her that one of her people had infiltrated and started shooting. A lone gunman on a suicide mission could only be one freckled idiot. Bellamy's face leapt to her mind even if Lexa's warriors hadn't gotten a positive id.
Guns in Polis were a grave matter, but Clarke couldn't help but focus on the more exciting notion of seeing a friend again, and the infuriating idea that they'd been imprisoned. According to Lexa no one had been killed. This wouldn't be like Finn all over again. It couldn't be like Finn all over again. Clarke wouldn't let it. She practically hummed with a nervous sort of energy as she waited besides Lexa in the elevator.
When those doors did finally open Clarke almost balked. Her eyes widened at the dank, cold dungeon that she suddenly found herself in and she had to repress a shiver as she pressed forward with a determined scowl. The delinquent princess stayed with the grounder Commander as the pair made their way along the cells. Clarke's pale eyes scanned the darkness for familiar features and she was already rushing forward as Lexa stopped to glance at her. There were a number of people in that cell, but she only had eyes for one.
"Bellamy!" the blonde cried out, skidding to a stop at the door and pulling on it fruitlessly. "Bellamy, it's okay! I'm going to get you out of there!" She scanned him for injuries, her gaze lingering on his poor wrists, before she turned to glare at Lexa. "He's hurt," her gaze softened as she seemed to realize it wasn't as though the woman in front of her had done it personally. It turned pleading. "Please let him out. I have to help him."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 13, 2016 2:56:24 GMT
It was hard to say how much time had elapsed between his capture and their visit. The prison guards were a silent bunch; they'd locked him up without question, but no one had come by to interrogate, or to sentence him, nor did they seem to particularly care about his frequent attempts to escape his shackles. Bellamy had some pretty large gaps in his knowledge of how the Grounder justice system worked, but he had a feeling that pain was involved.
The first time Bellamy heard his name, he thought it was hallucination, a fantasy invading his tired mind. The second time, his eyes flew open, landing on the only friendly face he'd seen all day.
Clarke was just standing at the door, clean and unbound; she didn't look like a prisoner. Bellamy was supposed to be rescuing her. None of it made any sense. Maybe there was still a chance that this was a delusion after all.
Without thinking, real or not, Bellamy jumped to his feet to go to Clarke. He stumbled, nearly fell, forgetting in the moment, the knife wound that still burned through his thigh. Bellamy regained his feet, but he only made it a few more steps before the chain clanged short, jerking his wrists back toward the wall. The chain itself wasn't more than five feet long. As hard as he pulled, he was still painfully far from the door (Clarke).
"Clarke," he croaked out in a hoarse voice. She didn't know how relieved he was to see her. At least he knew that he wasn't too late. Not having a plan of escape didn't bother him so much as long as he knew he still had time, and a reason worth escaping for. For an instant, an exhausted, happy, borderline delirious grin tugged at the corner of his mouth at the strange turn this rescue mission had taken. He must've looked really bad for her to look so worried.
His eyes narrowed with disdain and distrust as they darted to Lexa by Clarke's side, the traitor who'd abandoned them in Mount Weather, the same person whose empire was now threatened by Clarke's existence. How could Clarke stand next to her so calmly?
Bellamy watched Lexa to see if she would give in to Clarke's pleas.
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Post by Lexa on Oct 13, 2016 23:59:35 GMT
Clarke was very concerned for her friend, and that was expected. Even so, she hoped Clarke would still allow some sense to dominate but they could all be disappointed together.
"Of course he is," she remarked to the comment about hurt. He trespassed into her Tower, he brought a gun, and fired. He quite deserved all his wounds and discomfort as far as Lexa was concerned. There was a lack of sympathy in her gaze as she locked eyes with Clarke, and ignored her pleas to join him. She could be angry all she wanted: she could not claim the victim this time.
Rather, she addressed the quiet criminal who tried, and failed, to reach Clarke. Perhaps, if he tried the door first, he'd have more success. "What were you hoping to accomplish?" she asked. That was the first question that needed resolving. The second was potentially more important. "Were you acting alone, or did your clan send you for some purpose?"
It would not bode well for her plans if Skaikru was already acting against her. It would be difficult to convince her people they were worthy allies. That was when she remembered who was before her: this Bellamy had a penchant for sneaking into places he didn't belong. The grounders wouldn't fall as easily as the Mountain Men; not with one lone gunman.
NOTES: Sorry Silv, I don't think I gave you much to work with XD I realize I should have asked the questions in the first post, oh well. |
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 15, 2016 2:59:04 GMT
Bellamy attempted to steel his gaze by staring intently at the stone floor in front of their feet, then he remembered how angry he was. He let the Commander's first question fall on deaf ears.
He wondered if he was supposed to feel special. Surely common criminals didn't get questioned by the Commander herself. In fact, he'd only just noticed that the other grounders in the cell were on their knees, whereas he had risen to his feet. Lexa didn't deserve it. He'd risked his life to help her people, and she'd left him to die in that Mountain.
"You want to talk about purpose? Your people are hunting Clarke out of some ridiculous superstition because we did what you were too afraid to," he said much louder than he'd intended, pulling on his shackles to punctuate the statement with an angry clang of metal.
Bellamy was probably making it worse, but he was backed into a corner and he hadn't been thinking straight since he'd first learned the name "Wanheda". He didn't have a nefarious agenda, he didn't care about the Commander or her Coalition; the only thing her cared about was Clarke.
If it made Lexa feel any better, he was sure that Arkadia would be equally furious with him. At least they treated their prisoners better. His leg started to ache from standing, but sitting now seemed too much like backing down, and he wouldn't give Lexa that satisfaction.
"If Arkadia knew what I was going to do, they'd have locked me up too," he clarified, settling into the irrationally calm tone of a man resigned to his fate. "I couldn't leave Clarke alone in a Tower surrounded by people who betrayed her."
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 16, 2016 4:38:47 GMT
Bellamy is the key to everything.
If he dies, we die.
Clarke's eyes narrowed on Lexa as the woman ignored her pleas to reach her friend. She curled her hands around the bars, knuckles turning white, and stubbornly pulled at it. Obviously it wasn't going to budge, but it felt more productive than glaring at the Commander and less suicidal than attacking her. A change from her earlier behavior, and more rational now that she had someone tangible to protect.
At the questions Clarke's pale gaze slid from glaring at Lexa to looking at Bellamy curiously. There was a spark of hope in her gaze, even though her stomach dropped, at the thought that her mother could be right outside Polis trying to get in when Bellamy gave the signal. But it didn't seem to be the case as the man shackled to the wall too far from her reach kept his gaze trained on the Commander. He was angry with a fire she'd let dim after spending so much time with the woman who'd betrayed them.
"Bellamy, that's not her fault," Clarke reprimanded quietly, defending Lexa, before issuing a glare at the other woman. As though the blonde's warring emotions were somehow the Commander's fault. Still, rationally, as far as Clarke was aware it wasn't as though Lexa had been spreading the rumors herself, and as much as she hated to admit it the Commander had saved her from the Ice Queen. Sort of.
When Bellamy admitted why he'd come, though, she felt her heart clench painfully and her face crumple. She'd abandoned him. She'd left him with all the responsibility. She'd run away and he still cared enough to come rescue her when he heard she might be in danger. "Bellamy," she repeated his name, a reverent whisper, as a missile of guilt hit her. The blonde delinquent whirled on the Grounder leader.
"You got your answers, Lexa." Clarke informed the Commander fiercely, her pale eyes flashing, as she redirected the sudden wave of self-hate crashing through her at the woman besides her. "He came for me." This was Finn all over again. She paled visibly as she pulled her hands off the bars, the red of he lovers blood winking back at her in her minds eye, and pulled them into white-knuckled fists at her side.
"You want to punish someone?" the girl asked, lifting her chin stubbornly, "Punish me."
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Post by Lexa on Oct 18, 2016 2:55:24 GMT
Lexa's gaze sharpened at the accusation of being afraid. It was Clarke coming to her defense, a rarity in the past while, that had her staying potentially harsh words and flicking her softened gaze to 'Wanheda', who glared at her like it was her fault. Some blame was justified. Had Clarke never committed the vile, but the impressive feat of bringing the Mountain down to a pile of corpses, children and all, she would not have the reputation that made her a target. The option wouldn't have presented itself if Lexa hadn't taken the deal to spare her own.
"You've been punished enough," Lexa responded to the absurd notion with a touch of sympathy. In the subtlety of her gaze, in what she couldn't say in front of a room of kneeling prisoners, she was sorry. Not for what she did: because ignoring the inhumanity, the outcome of the night was a wild success. The enemy was destroyed totally, with the least amount of casualties on both sides. Had Lexa stayed, they'd have fought and bled to make the Mountain submit and freedom for their people secured. She was sorry that Clarke had to be the one to carry all that death upon her shoulders.
Her gaze fell back to Bellamy. "Your efforts were a waste. No one is hunting Clarke in the Tower, and had you patience or sense she would have been returned to you." She had half a mind to kick him out of Polis, wounds and all, to return to his people, but Clarke felt strongly and she needed to win her over. That, and she was kinder than the betrayal made her seem.
Lexa took no joy in Clarke's distress, and if she could she'd treat her with the same reverence as the stars she fell from, and give her all the ground had to offer in splendor. How could they know that fear was the last thing on her mind? She would easily march into battle for the woman she loved, but a Commander was always alone. They could never be like the man before her, storming in by whim. At the very least, she could let her go if she truly didn't want to be with her. She would let her go, when it was safe. Perhaps, with this situation too she could be lenient.
She turned and addressed a guard in Trigedaslang, who left as soon as she was done speaking. "A healer will see to him," she informed Clarke. "I suggest you convince him to behave." Lexa did not have to make a threat, it was heavily implied in her body language. Death might not be on the table, but her benevolence was not a guarantee. She opened the cell with a guard standing by, only so much to allow Clarke in. She could see to him to her satisfaction.
NOTES:Perhaps since it's the three of us we can have popcorn post order? |
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 19, 2016 2:43:32 GMT
It was hard to watch Clarke try to shoulder responsibility for something he'd caused. If only Bellamy had brought Clarke home when he'd found her in the woods that day, he could have prevented all of this, he could have kept her safe. Instead, he'd chosen to be her friend instead of her jailer, a decision that had very nearly gotten her killed.
At least Lexa had the common sense to reject the notion of punishing Clarke.
Bellamy mentally checked out as Lexa went on to chide him for his actions; her words didn't matter, and anything he said would only make things worse. Trust was a thing more easily lost than gained. Lexa's assurances regarding Clarke's safety were meaningless to him.
Clarke was a chess piece on the Commander's board, an important piece mind you, but even a queen got sacrificed to protect the king. He hated that Clarke could stand there and defend her. It confused him. Was Clarke a prisoner, or not? Was she staying in Polis by choice, or did she just hate the idea of coming home so much that she'd do anything to stay away?
Bellamy wondered what Abby and Kane would do with him when they got wind of all this, if they would punish him to appease the Grounders, or chalk it up to some sort of temporary insanity and try to sweep in under the rug. He wasn't overly concerned with consequences, that was exactly how he'd gotten himself into this mess in the first place. This was, after all, the same man who'd shot the chancellor to gain passage on the drop-ship. To Bellamy Blake, there was no such thing as going too far, not when someone you cared about was at stake.
"I'm fine, it's not that bad," he protested, mostly to try to dispel that worried look on Clarke's face. Contrary to his statement, Bellamy took two steps backward to lean against the stone wall. He tried to maintain a casual air, though in actuality, he needed the wall to stay standing. His eyes brightened at the sound of the door opening, and his mind entertained several fantasies on how he might try to escape if an opportunity presented itself.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 19, 2016 23:28:54 GMT
Bellamy is the key to everything.
If he dies, we die.
Clarke's shaking hands fell back to her side when Lexa dismissed her with far more sympathy than the last time she'd suggested it. The blonde waited, somewhat impatiently, as the Commander decided to lecture Bellamy. It wouldn't work. Clarke couldn't count the number of times she'd lectured the man in front of them only for it to fall on stubborn, deaf ears. To her credit Lexa tried. While Clarke fidgeted.
When the Commander stepped towards the door, as if to open it, Clarke's bright eyes instantly snapped from studying the hinges to where Lexa stood. As the lock clicked her stomach twirled, as if giddy with anticipation, and she took a few hopeful steps forward as the other woman opened up the door. Pale eyes slid meaningfully from Lexa to the entrance seeking wordless permission. When the door wasn't slammed instantly again in her face Clarke dared enough to dart through it.
She slipped through the door at a trot. Clarke shot Lexa a small smile, for finally letting her in, as she passed, and made a direct beeline for her friend leaning against the wall. The blonde picked her way through the other prisoners, her gaze sympathetic, but they all seemed to know better than to harass her, or even beg for help, under the watchful eye of their Commander.
Clarke wished she could help them all, especially once she noticed some were injured, but the girl from space couldn't save everyone. She knew that, so she was going to focus on the one person she could help right now: Bellamy. He might have said he was fine, but she knew Bellamy Blake. He could be bleeding out on the floor and he'd still say that. Stubborn, freckled idiot.
"Bellamy!" she looked very much like she wanted to throw her arms around him, a rare smile lighting up her face as she got close enough, but then her eyes flicked to the blood stains down his arms, and the one in his leg. The smile faded and concern wrinkled her brow. "What happened?" she asked loud enough for the others to hear, gesturing loosely to the blood on his pants. She knew Lexa's account, but she didn't totally trust the Grounder woman. Not when her people were involved. Clarke narrowed her eyes and glared over her shoulder at Lexa before turning again to frown at Bellamy. "I'm glad you're here," she dropped her voice to a whisper, intense eyes trained on him, "Arkadia is in danger."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 22, 2016 21:41:12 GMT
Bellamy felt a swell of victory in his chest as Clarke slipped through the open door and approached him. Despite all evidence to the contrary, being in the same room with her felt like sweet victory.
In a instant, he forgot the mistakes he'd made, the injuries, the fear of uncertainty, he was just happy to have found her. He glanced at a section of blonde hair that had spilled over her shoulders, glad to see it washing back toward her natural color.
The wound in his leg was deep and had taken awhile to stop bleeding, or more accurately, the bleeding stopped and started every time he ignored the pain and pretended not to be injured, which was often, because he was Bellamy, and he just didn't know when to quit.
His wrist injuries on the other hand, were entirely his own doing. They were bruised and swollen, blisters upon blisters, broken open a dozen times over each time he struggled against the chain.
"One of the guards stabbed me, and I did that," he explained about his wrists, grabbing the chain in his hands and giving it a demonstrative yank for emphasis. There were probably more than a few cuts and bruises to speak of, but those were really just the icing on the cake.
"It was a stupid plan. It wasn't a plan, really. I thought they were holding you prisoner. But you seem-- Well, you look a lot better I do," he remarked, still far from understanding the whole situation, especially why Lexa was catering to her whims.
"Arkadia is always in danger, that's why we need you. Why, what have you heard," he asked. It was all the more reason why Clarke needed to come back home to her people.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 25, 2016 1:21:27 GMT
Bellamy is the key to everything.
If he dies, we die.
"Don't," Clarke reprimanded, reaching for his hands to stop him from damaging them any further. She frowned at him, her lips pursed, as he explained how he'd never really had a plan to begin with. Not that she really had any right to berate him about that. She'd jumped in without a plan plenty of times. It was kind of how she'd ended up here too.
When he commented on how she didn't really look like a prisoner the girl averted her eyes. "I can't leave the tower unless she lets me," the delinquent princess explained, used to this sort of thing from so long locked up in various locations, first space, now here. "But I'm not mistreated. Lexa needs me," bitterness crept into the girl's voice as she said it and she shot Bellamy a sardonic smile. "Funny, huh?"
Now that the situations were reversed Lexa had pretty much guaranteed that Clarke couldn't run off to go make an alliance with her enemy. If the crazy Ice Queen, who wanted to cut off Wanheda's head to magically steal her power, could even be convinced of such a thing. Apparently they should have locked Lexa in the drop ship or something during the invasion of Mt. Weather. Jokes aside.
"The Ice Nation is invading," the blonde explained. "I haven't had enough time yet to gauge the political climate," she didn't mention that she'd spent the vast majority of her time here sulking in her room instead of gathering information, "so I don't know why they would suddenly break alliance, but it might have something to do with TonDC." She looked sullen at the reminder of that horrible day, but less sullen than she probably would have been if she was aware that it was her that had caused the destabilization of the grounder alliance. The great Wanheda who had taken some of the Commander's power without wanting or meaning to.
"Right now they seem more interested in Polis," Clarke decided, "but Lexa keeps reminding me they will set their sight on Arkadia, and that's not a threat I can take lightly," her eyes narrowed and her jaw set in stubborn determination. "We need to get you back home so you can warn them."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 28, 2016 3:21:04 GMT
"I'm not laughing," Bellamy said, just as concerned for her situation as she was for the state of his wrists. Still, he was glad to know that she was at least better off than he was. She deserved it.
"First Lexa betrays us and leaves us to die, now she gets to keep you for political leverage," he asked, just loud enough to make sure Lexa would hear him. If there was some kind conscience in the grounder Commander (he had serious doubts), it deserved to be guilty.
"You can't trust her," he said, dropping his voice to a quiet whisper. "Promise me, you won't," he begged.
Bellamy wasn't sure how to take the news about Ice Nation. Was he supposed to care about the destabilization of their little grounder coalition? Maybe they would all just kill each other and leave them the hell out of it. Here's hoping.
At the mention of TonDC, Bellamy looked away from Clarke, dropping his eyes to a small puddle of water of the floor. It was still a sensitive subject, one that was hard to ignore as much as he tried.
He'd understood why she'd lied to him about Octavia, she'd been right to do so. It would have only distracted him in Mount Weather, and they couldn't afford to have him distracted. He would have lied to him too.
The fact that Clarke had dropped a bomb on his sister was harder to forgive, even harder to forget. If anything had happened to Octavia that night, he might've hunted Wanheda too. He took a breath and tried to forget about TonDC.
"We need to get back home," he clarified. Bellamy wasn't going back without her, not again. Not this time.
"If Ice Nation wants to come to Arkadia, then I say let them come. We'll be ready," he said confidently. Bellamy grabbed Clarke by the arm and dropped his mouth to her ear. "So how do we get out of here," he asked quietly, so only she would hear him.
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Post by Lexa on Oct 28, 2016 21:42:45 GMT
For people who walked away from the betrayal not that much worse for wear, they sure loved laying on the guilt. If Lexa did it as much as they had, she'd be reminding them every moment they were killers of children, twice. How did that compare to the act of walking away when it was convenient? She decided to sacrifice her people for theirs. They did the same. They could have survived, as a small clan, without the few they had in Mount Weather.
So, she rolled her eyes when another attempt was made to shame her. They could wallow in their regrets and finger-pointing, or they could move on and tackle a real enemy--one the boy in the cell and Clarke knew nothing about.
"Enough conspiring," she said. The healer had come, and she opened the door. It would be difficult for them to have secret conversations with one of her own right next to them. As the healer entered, she closed the door once again. She decided not to give them the opportunity to plot some sort of hair-brained scheme against her. If Clarke was so adamant to let her pride get in the way of reconciling an alliance, then she would have to hope someone else among them would be willing to keep it. Indra spoke well of a certain 'Kane', but if they ran out of time... That was on Clarke.
"The trespasser will stay in the cell for the night. We ride in the morning," she said, and then turned to leave. "Watch them, and escort Clarke back to her room when the healer is finished with him."
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You wanted the Commander of Death? You got her!
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Nov 3, 2016 1:32:42 GMT
Bellamy is the key to everything.
If he dies, we die.
Clarke shot Bellamy a reproachful glare. "I don't," she assured him in a low whisper. Trusting Lexa after what had happened would be stupid, but then...she'd trusted Murphy again after he'd come to them broken and bleeding, even after everything he'd done, and that hadn't exactly turned out well. But Lexa wasn't like Murphy. She could be more dangerous, but she could also be more reasonable, and she had information about this world that Clarke needed.
The stubborn set to his jaw as he corrected that they would be going back had the girl frowning. She couldn't go back. Not yet. And she had to come up with a way to get him to understand that. It wasn't even just because of the guilt that flooded her system every time she thought of home, though that was a part of it, but there was more here that she needed to understand to keep them safe. Lexa had hinted as much, and her cryptic whispers were slowly breaking down Clarke's resolve to stupidly ignore her.
"We won't be ready," the blonde protested, her voice rising far above the angry whisper she'd adopted while he was so close and she didn't want any eavesdropping Commanders to hear. "We can't be ready if we don't know what we're up against. With Mt. Weather we had a plan," granted, they didn't exactly stick to it, "and we're going to need one for when the Ice Nation attacks because this time we can't just flip a switch and kill them all."
"For that, someone needs to stay in Polis," what she didn't say, what she didn't need to say, was that she was volunteering. The blonde extracted herself from his grip slowly, so as not to alert the Grounders surrounding them that anything might be wrong, or, at least, wrong enough that they might storm in and attack him in the name of protecting her or something stupid, but resolutely enough that even a Blake could take the hint. She shook her head and glanced over at Lexa, who'd had enough of their shenanigans before they could even really start them.
A new person was let into the cell. Clarke studied the healer before her eyes snapped back to the Commander locking them back in. Ride? The blonde raised a brow at the orders, and took a step towards the door. "Wait!" she called after the Lexa, "Ride where?" she demanded to know as she stopped at the cell door like a cat on the wrong side.
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