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( after a few incredibly long nights in the castle, she is now a proud owner of an intricate map from the Glade guys. while she fully intends to go back to see them to continue making more for others, right now she has only one objective. )
Bellamy?
Bellamy?
[scrawled on a thin sheet of parchment paper addressed to bellamy is a simple message of warning:]
Gods in the sky and the Shuck eating the White Hart.
The end is coming.
Stay alive.
[there's no signature or hints as to who it's from, that's for bellamy to figure out.]
Gods in the sky and the Shuck eating the White Hart.
The end is coming.
Stay alive.
[there's no signature or hints as to who it's from, that's for bellamy to figure out.]
Bellamy? [There's a short pause after that.] I...thanks for yesterday. But I think we need to skip the next lesson and pick it up later. I'm heading out in a few days but I just kinda wanted to let you know? [Since that seemed to be Jason's biggest concern, Hiro taking people's advice and time and then Hiro not acknowledging it or telling people what he's doing.]
[It's good to have the warning, and as far as Bellamy's concerned, missing a lesson or two isn't that big a deal. Hiro's got the basics, he can practice on his own.]
[But it doesn't mean he's not curious, not with how much the kid's been under lockdown lately.] I'd ask if you got grounded again, but that kinda goes against the whole 'heading out' thing. How much later is later and where're you off to?
[It's not a demand. Just a question with his usual gruffness.]
[But it doesn't mean he's not curious, not with how much the kid's been under lockdown lately.] I'd ask if you got grounded again, but that kinda goes against the whole 'heading out' thing. How much later is later and where're you off to?
[It's not a demand. Just a question with his usual gruffness.]
( honestly, she's meant to be doing school work. she has a break between classes that she normally uses to either study or catch up on Midach paperwork, but today her concentration for it just isn't there. so instead, she flips her locket open; it's basically instinct at this point to contact Bellamy. her voice is light, teasing, clearly amused. )
Someone asked me about you today while I was walking to class.
Someone asked me about you today while I was walking to class.
[Look, he knows he probably loiters around the university more than someone who doesn't even attend would normally visit, but he doesn't think he's done anything to draw too much attention to himself. Redgate's not exactly off limits.]
[Her tone though.]
Do I even want to know? [He does want to know.]
[Her tone though.]
Do I even want to know? [He does want to know.]
[ Octavia's not really the sit-around-and-wait-for-someone-to-come-home type, not anymore. even when it comes to her brother, or anybody else that's important to her ( although that's all changed here, hasn't it? eh, not the point ), the idea of sitting and waiting at all just feels like a huge waste. it makes her antsy. but today it's not so bad, not when she knows she has to be waiting right here so she's there as soon as Bellamy comes home. she could send him a message over the lockets, but this is more important than that. this is-
oh good he's home ]
Hey Bell, guess what I heard.
[ it's a little too --quick after he walks in the door, yes, she probably should have given him five minutes, at least wait until he's got his boots off, but she can't wait. too excited. but anyway, it's a little too similar to how she might've sounded back on the ark, optimistic but cautious, excited but maybe a little uncertain. but- y'know, less so. she's not that little girl anymore. but a hint of it as there, especially because she's kneeling backwards on a chair, like she was too excited to just start talking, that she didn't have time to just get up off the chair and turn to face him. nope. she's just turning right around on the ..couch? do they have a couch. medieval furniture. eh! ]
oh good he's home ]
Hey Bell, guess what I heard.
[ it's a little too --quick after he walks in the door, yes, she probably should have given him five minutes, at least wait until he's got his boots off, but she can't wait. too excited. but anyway, it's a little too similar to how she might've sounded back on the ark, optimistic but cautious, excited but maybe a little uncertain. but- y'know, less so. she's not that little girl anymore. but a hint of it as there, especially because she's kneeling backwards on a chair, like she was too excited to just start talking, that she didn't have time to just get up off the chair and turn to face him. nope. she's just turning right around on the ..couch? do they have a couch. medieval furniture. eh! ]
[Bellamy steps inside to be greeted by dog and sister both, demanding his attention in different ways. Rhea rushes for him and jumps up, whining with a plea for pets as he gently shoves her back onto all fours and pets her anyway.]
[Even as he moves closer towards his sister, Rhea follows him, prancing (as well as a dog of her size can) at his legs. Though he shakes his head at Octavia and her immediate launch into - whatever it is she wants, he's looking at her with fond amusement. It does remind him a little of when he'd come back to their apartment on the Ark, only he likes this much better, because she can leave too.] Hello to you too, O. How many guesses do I get?
[She'll get to it quickly enough, from the look on her face and way she's ready to leap from the couch - he doesn't need to drag it out of her.]
[Even as he moves closer towards his sister, Rhea follows him, prancing (as well as a dog of her size can) at his legs. Though he shakes his head at Octavia and her immediate launch into - whatever it is she wants, he's looking at her with fond amusement. It does remind him a little of when he'd come back to their apartment on the Ark, only he likes this much better, because she can leave too.] Hello to you too, O. How many guesses do I get?
[She'll get to it quickly enough, from the look on her face and way she's ready to leap from the couch - he doesn't need to drag it out of her.]
( it's nothing special, really. a single sheet torn from the sketchbook that she carries with her constantly, left on the nightstand next to his side of the bed before Clarke goes to school. she's trying a new technique, having found water colour pencils at the Station, so it isn't perfect but it's enough.
the drawing is Bellamy and Octavia's reunion hug at the feast, from where Clarke watched it in the distance. )
the drawing is Bellamy and Octavia's reunion hug at the feast, from where Clarke watched it in the distance. )
[ there's an imp waiting for Bellamy at Diasbale. the imp, who's a little skittish, is humming Bad Blood beneath his breath. he fumbles with the letter between his fingers before looking him up and down. he hands it to him slowly, the envelope sealed with a rune.
when Bellamy takes it he squawks and runs off. ]
when Bellamy takes it he squawks and runs off. ]
Bell-a-my—
Hello! Insert proper greetings here!
Consider this your up-to-date coverage of Blank & the Blankerer. After using my detective skills, I've found a few things at the University that have suddenly become far more interesting than first intended. Instructions on a summon, blackened and torn and left for embers in one of the library fireplaces. It would've been toast if I didn't find it. I reconstructed it—briefly—but enough. I have them for your review, but for security purposes, I've not included them. No offense, of course. I'm sure you're perfectly capable of keepingblankssecrets. As far as who it belonged to, I couldn't say.
There was also a curious individual (a certain thief) that I found attending the Midnight Court. She's quite the fan, or rather, follower of the Blank. I followed her to Daonna on a super secret mission. It worked out swimmingly—well, mostly. It seems that to summon the Blank, you need to offer payment in the form of secrets, and you can take a guess as to what's not a secret anymore when someone's there to hear it.
Regardless, I have enough infos to find them for myself. The Blank & the Blankerer, that is.
If you'd like the rest, I'll be happy to share, but you'll have to treat me to coffee.
HUGS -L
Edited 2015-07-31 02:25 (UTC)
( she finishes speaking with Hiro the night before, but waits until morning to bring it up with Bellamy. after all, by the time she drags herself home from the library, it's far too late to try and talk about this.
she's snatching up a piece of toast, speaking before she actually manages to bite into it. )
I'm sending Hiro to look into the Glaschu riots. We can't both go, but I'd really appreciate it if you could go with him; I don't want him to do this alone.
she's snatching up a piece of toast, speaking before she actually manages to bite into it. )
I'm sending Hiro to look into the Glaschu riots. We can't both go, but I'd really appreciate it if you could go with him; I don't want him to do this alone.
Edited (shit wait let's date these chronologically) 2015-08-01 22:46 (UTC)
[He flips the egg he's frying, glancing over his shoulder at her. He'd been wanting to get over to look into the Glaschu riots anyway, but he's a little surprised she's sending Hiro.]
Like I'm going to say no and let him go by himself. [Egg finished and sandwiched.] We wanted to go soon anyway. Does he know I'm joining him yet?
Like I'm going to say no and let him go by himself. [Egg finished and sandwiched.] We wanted to go soon anyway. Does he know I'm joining him yet?
( she can't even try to do voice right now, still too shaken to make the attempt, and video would be just as useless, so- )
I had the vision again from February.
Things were worse this time.
I had the vision again from February.
Things were worse this time.
[ John is only knocking because he doesn't want to get assaulted while holding a kitten.
P.S. he's holding a kitten.
Open the door pls. ]
P.S. he's holding a kitten.
Open the door pls. ]
[They do get more visitors than they used to, but it doesn't stop Bellamy from staring at the door for a few seconds before he goes over to open it.]
[Where he's greeted by John, holding a kitten. Rhea prances over immediately, recognizing the smell of him, but Bellamy keeps her back in behind him.] What the hell is that?
[That's not how you say "hello."]
[Where he's greeted by John, holding a kitten. Rhea prances over immediately, recognizing the smell of him, but Bellamy keeps her back in behind him.] What the hell is that?
[That's not how you say "hello."]
( her voice is barely a whisper, and Bellamy is close enough to her to know that she's crying. )
Can you come home? ( a sniff, and Clarke purses her lips tightly to swallow back a noise. ) Can you please just come home?
Can you come home? ( a sniff, and Clarke purses her lips tightly to swallow back a noise. ) Can you please just come home?
[Bellamy doesn't even reply. Not over the lockets. He's out trying to find some trinket one of the banshees wanted when Clarke's voice comes over, and within seconds he teleports home without thought.]
Clarke? [His tone is ripe with concern as he finds her in the house, moving towards her quickly.] What happened?
[There is something instinctively angry in him too, that familiar hostile protectiveness that comes from seeing her or Octavia like this, but his expression is still soft despite that.]
Clarke? [His tone is ripe with concern as he finds her in the house, moving towards her quickly.] What happened?
[There is something instinctively angry in him too, that familiar hostile protectiveness that comes from seeing her or Octavia like this, but his expression is still soft despite that.]
Left for Bellamy in the living room is a large rectangular package; he's familiar enough with her painting now that it won't be hard for him to guess that it's a canvas, wrapped in plain brown paper. There is a small note affixed to the front of the package:Happy Birthday, Bell. Octavia helped with it, you should probably make sure you thank her extra.Once unwrapped, Bellamy will find a family portrait with himself, Octavia, and their mother. Bellamy and Octavia both reflect their current ages, while their mother continues to look the same she had back when she was alive. Aurora sits at the forefront, Bellamy behind one shoulder, Octavia at the other; Bellamy's arm rests around Octavia. Everyone is smiling.
I know it might be too much; I promise I won't be upset if you decide not to hang it.
-C
[ just gonna go with a text message because aah heavy backdating, sorry! ]
i know you're out doing very important things, but i just wanted to let you know i finished up with po's shrine. well, okay, i had some help. which you could have maybe mentioned clarke was going to send someone there too! but it's fine, simon's okay. he's a good sweeper, anyway.
i left a mildly creepy handmade doll and a sort of puzzle game i picked up at the station behind as an offering. think that'll be okay? i didn't exactly wait around for someone to come pick it up, but i'll definitely be checking in there from time to time to make sure nobody messes with it again.
but now that i'm done with that, i'm probably going to be out exploring most of the time again. i'll bring rhea. just text me if you need me.
love you.
i know you're out doing very important things, but i just wanted to let you know i finished up with po's shrine. well, okay, i had some help. which you could have maybe mentioned clarke was going to send someone there too! but it's fine, simon's okay. he's a good sweeper, anyway.
i left a mildly creepy handmade doll and a sort of puzzle game i picked up at the station behind as an offering. think that'll be okay? i didn't exactly wait around for someone to come pick it up, but i'll definitely be checking in there from time to time to make sure nobody messes with it again.
but now that i'm done with that, i'm probably going to be out exploring most of the time again. i'll bring rhea. just text me if you need me.
love you.
[late at night, Bellamy will feel a sharp, searing pain in his left arm, strong enough to wake him if he's asleep. it passes in a moment, but it is exactly what has been promised should the Outpost need to call on him.]
[The pain startles him awake immediately, and it's barely a second later where he knows and remembers what this means. Bellamy scrambles, not thinking hard about what he grabs (it's a sword, an axe, some knives), before he teleports himself to the La Llorona Outpost.]
[He's expecting a fight. He isn't expecting the destruction. Half of the outpost is in ruins, exploded by what he assumes is some sort of magic, and the nearby trees and forest are aflame. Which is important, of course, but the first thing he does is start yelling for the guards, his voice loud and echoing with a wild concern. He projects to draw attention himself too, if the assailant is still in the vicinity, and he uses his ice magic to cut a path through the fire to bring himself closer to it all. It puts some of it out in the meantime, but his focus is on making sure the soldiers are alive first, and he keeps shouting all six of their names.]
[He's expecting a fight. He isn't expecting the destruction. Half of the outpost is in ruins, exploded by what he assumes is some sort of magic, and the nearby trees and forest are aflame. Which is important, of course, but the first thing he does is start yelling for the guards, his voice loud and echoing with a wild concern. He projects to draw attention himself too, if the assailant is still in the vicinity, and he uses his ice magic to cut a path through the fire to bring himself closer to it all. It puts some of it out in the meantime, but his focus is on making sure the soldiers are alive first, and he keeps shouting all six of their names.]
[The world was a strange, strange place. The Drabwurld specifically was a strange and sometimes grueling place and despite being almost 16 years old and having lived here for a year and a half, Hiro still didn't quite know how to catch all of the curveballs this place threw him. It had started with hearing about the rumblings of the riots in Sa Choill. They'd made camp and talked about a few things that evening as they planned their journey to Parrais for the big riots. He hadn't slept very well that night and he could only be grateful it was a nightmare he could shake himself out of without waking up screaming or making himself sick.
The trip to Parrais was much easier thanks to the stolen clegs and the third was dedicated to nosing around, learning their way and settling in to camp early to prepare. It was a relatively successful day...or it had been before he was pulled away to answer a call from Jason Todd. He locked himself up somewhere hidden and away from their campsite as he and Jason argued and he learned about the vision Clarke had seen. He'd thought the worst of it was over, but he didn't even get to leave the shack he'd warded before Clarke called as well and started asking questions he didn't have answers for, started making him own up to a few things.
Overall, by the time he came back to camp his eyes were wide open and his expression was twisted into something mildly distraught as he sat on the ground again, staring out into the night toward the city. He'd stay awake watching if he had to, but with those conversations, some of the knowledge he and Bellamy had now and Shuck's curse? There was absolutely no way he was sleeping. He doesn't look at Bellamy though when he finally speaks up after some silence.]
...get some sleep, dude. I'll stand guard for tonight. [He'd noticed that Bellamy hadn't really slept the night before either. If they were going to do this, well, it made sense that one of them was rested at least.]
The trip to Parrais was much easier thanks to the stolen clegs and the third was dedicated to nosing around, learning their way and settling in to camp early to prepare. It was a relatively successful day...or it had been before he was pulled away to answer a call from Jason Todd. He locked himself up somewhere hidden and away from their campsite as he and Jason argued and he learned about the vision Clarke had seen. He'd thought the worst of it was over, but he didn't even get to leave the shack he'd warded before Clarke called as well and started asking questions he didn't have answers for, started making him own up to a few things.
Overall, by the time he came back to camp his eyes were wide open and his expression was twisted into something mildly distraught as he sat on the ground again, staring out into the night toward the city. He'd stay awake watching if he had to, but with those conversations, some of the knowledge he and Bellamy had now and Shuck's curse? There was absolutely no way he was sleeping. He doesn't look at Bellamy though when he finally speaks up after some silence.]
...get some sleep, dude. I'll stand guard for tonight. [He'd noticed that Bellamy hadn't really slept the night before either. If they were going to do this, well, it made sense that one of them was rested at least.]
[Bellamy never sleeps all that well away from home. He's used to it, and he knows how to function on lesser amounts of sleep, pushing himself with the rush and the adrenaline. He's awake when Hiro wanders off, and he doesn't bother trying to sleep while the kid's gone. He'd wake up too quickly anyway, with worry over Hiro only the forefront of reasons. The woods are a familiar atmosphere, but there is no safety to be had this far from home.]
[Not that Hiro's been sleeping much, if at all, either. It'd been a pretty fitless night of sleep for the both of them, the restlessness something Bellamy recognizes deeply, and he's concerned over whatever's hitting Hiro like that.]
[By the time Hiro is back, he looks even worse for wear than he had when he'd left. Bellamy shifts, leaning more comfortably against the tree behind him as he looks over the kid.]
If either of us need sleep here, it's you. [Yes, he definitely noticed your Lack of it, Hiro. He shifts again, out of the need to move, to avoid keeping still.] There's this thing called guard shifts, which means no one person takes it all.
[Not that Hiro's been sleeping much, if at all, either. It'd been a pretty fitless night of sleep for the both of them, the restlessness something Bellamy recognizes deeply, and he's concerned over whatever's hitting Hiro like that.]
[By the time Hiro is back, he looks even worse for wear than he had when he'd left. Bellamy shifts, leaning more comfortably against the tree behind him as he looks over the kid.]
If either of us need sleep here, it's you. [Yes, he definitely noticed your Lack of it, Hiro. He shifts again, out of the need to move, to avoid keeping still.] There's this thing called guard shifts, which means no one person takes it all.
The 20th, an hour past sundown, the Lady A's place. Please come.
I cut ties with Sunlight's Shadow; sent his mirror back.
I won't risk any of us for the sake of getting information.
I'm going to stay at the spire with Ariadne for a few days.
See you on the 20th.
( since she is assuming that he received Grell's message as well, after all. )
I won't risk any of us for the sake of getting information.
I'm going to stay at the spire with Ariadne for a few days.
See you on the 20th.
( since she is assuming that he received Grell's message as well, after all. )
( her voice? sounds a lot like how it did when she came back from Ariadne's a year ago, after certain boxes contained certain things. there's an emptiness to it, flat. )
Are you home?
Are you home?
[The fight had been what Jason needed. To call it a spar would be an understatement. These days, it's impossible to go all out. He's too difficult to hurt, and he's too determined to give up. Giving in to the adrenaline rush from a fight is too easy to do, and it's precisely what happened here. He hasn't done anything to hurt Bellamy, but he's definitely in a different position than he had been in the Citadel. Above all else, Jason is fighting like he can't lose another fight. He can't risk that for anyone.
There's a lot left unspoken. The truth is, Jason doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't want to talk about the stress of bringing the barons together, and he doesn't want to talk about how that job is one that Morla should have never given to him. He doesn't want to talk about the tail end of those meetings and Ariadne nearly throwing him out. He doesn't want to talk about the fact that they're losing, that there are a billion odds stacked against them, and he doesn't even know which direction to point everyone. He doesn't want to say that he doesn't have an idea of what to do next.
Truthfully, it's becoming clearer to Jason as time goes on that even with his training, he might not be on the battlefield in a month. It might be better to keep him off the front lines. As much as he can fight, he might need to approach things differently. All the soldiers for the different barons are the pieces on a board. That's assuming they can move without being toppled first. Some of Jason's negative thinking has definitely led to him thinking of the worst.
When the spar is over, some of that comes rushing back to him, but he tries to push it out of his mind. He goes to grab water—some for both him and Bellamy—and carries it back, extending the cup meant for Bellamy out to him.]
You got any preferences on where you wanna be next month? [After all that, it doesn't hurt to ask. Maybe Bellamy has somewhere in mind.]
There's a lot left unspoken. The truth is, Jason doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't want to talk about the stress of bringing the barons together, and he doesn't want to talk about how that job is one that Morla should have never given to him. He doesn't want to talk about the tail end of those meetings and Ariadne nearly throwing him out. He doesn't want to talk about the fact that they're losing, that there are a billion odds stacked against them, and he doesn't even know which direction to point everyone. He doesn't want to say that he doesn't have an idea of what to do next.
Truthfully, it's becoming clearer to Jason as time goes on that even with his training, he might not be on the battlefield in a month. It might be better to keep him off the front lines. As much as he can fight, he might need to approach things differently. All the soldiers for the different barons are the pieces on a board. That's assuming they can move without being toppled first. Some of Jason's negative thinking has definitely led to him thinking of the worst.
When the spar is over, some of that comes rushing back to him, but he tries to push it out of his mind. He goes to grab water—some for both him and Bellamy—and carries it back, extending the cup meant for Bellamy out to him.]
You got any preferences on where you wanna be next month? [After all that, it doesn't hurt to ask. Maybe Bellamy has somewhere in mind.]
[Jason's skin is a pain in the ass when they're training, but Bellamy's sure it's useful outside of that. It's more annoying today, if only because of the way the guy really pushes himself into it. It's all the signs of something else on his mind, and it's not hard to make assumptions on why. He'd ask, but he's not interested in dealing with Jason being a dick either.]
[He takes the cup and chugs, draining over half the water inside before he bothers thinking or replying. He's not stupid - there's another battle coming, and Bellamy recognizes the desperation in Dorchadas to go all out. He doesn't know what he wants or expects out of the upcoming fight, but he knows it's going to be a new level of brutal, and he knows he's best suited to being in the field more than most else. That's the part he feels like he's trying to prepare himself for more.]
[The answer is easy though despite that, because he might not be so sure about the battle, but he is sure about other things, and his priorities always come back to people not ideologies.] Wherever Clarke, Octavia, or Hiro are.
[He takes the cup and chugs, draining over half the water inside before he bothers thinking or replying. He's not stupid - there's another battle coming, and Bellamy recognizes the desperation in Dorchadas to go all out. He doesn't know what he wants or expects out of the upcoming fight, but he knows it's going to be a new level of brutal, and he knows he's best suited to being in the field more than most else. That's the part he feels like he's trying to prepare himself for more.]
[The answer is easy though despite that, because he might not be so sure about the battle, but he is sure about other things, and his priorities always come back to people not ideologies.] Wherever Clarke, Octavia, or Hiro are.
Hello. Don't know if you remember, but we met once, during the silver sickness outbreak. [A beat, and Simon looks more downcast than he did then, shoulders slumped slightly, his words softer than before.] I spent a lot of time at the Station recently-- still there, actually, and I saw you a few times, going to or from the Midach's office.
I was wondering if you knew anything about any of the shopkeepers here? Which ones are more friendly towards shardbearers, what court they're with, or not with, things like that. Even if it's just rumours. [Better to have some information than none.]
I was wondering if you knew anything about any of the shopkeepers here? Which ones are more friendly towards shardbearers, what court they're with, or not with, things like that. Even if it's just rumours. [Better to have some information than none.]
[He squints a little, then nods in recognition.] Simon, yeah?
[He's sitting outside somewhere, looking tanned and sweaty from some kind of workout, and the exhaustion ensemble is completed by dark circles under his eyes. Despite how tired he looks, Bellamy is alert.] I don't spend too much time in the Station itself. But I do know some of the natives that live there. Haven't spoken to many that care for either court, but it's not really surprising, considering the Station's pretty neutral territory.
There's a woman named Breda, she sells a lot of un-Drabwurld like clothes. She's pretty friendly towards Shardbearers.
Why?
[He's sitting outside somewhere, looking tanned and sweaty from some kind of workout, and the exhaustion ensemble is completed by dark circles under his eyes. Despite how tired he looks, Bellamy is alert.] I don't spend too much time in the Station itself. But I do know some of the natives that live there. Haven't spoken to many that care for either court, but it's not really surprising, considering the Station's pretty neutral territory.
There's a woman named Breda, she sells a lot of un-Drabwurld like clothes. She's pretty friendly towards Shardbearers.
Why?
[At some point, Hiro had tired himself out enough from the onslaught of information from Jason and bad-news sharing with Clarke. He sort of regrets using the pendant Grell had booned him the previous night if only because he could have used it tonight. Instead, he eventually crawls into his bed in his room at the new house and drinks the tea Clarke helped him prepare to sleep.
Even though the potion should have helped, his subconscious was stronger than that. His own thoughts plus the Shuck's curse were enough to drive dreams through the cracks in his mind, twisted little nightmares filled with fires, machinery, destruction, and blood on his hands that couldn't be scrubbed off, glassy blank eyes of everyone he's ever grown close to staring up at him and the dull roar of gears grinding and sharp twinkles like glass.
The mix and medley of dreams is enough for him to wrench himself awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding and chest heaving for a moment as he stares into the dark. He cringes slightly as he peels his t-shirt away from his sweat-soaked back, kicking off the sheets and swinging his feet over the edge of the bed. He runs his hands through his hair, fluffing it up a bit as he stares at his feet for a moment.
The house is too quiet. It's way too quiet but at the same time it just means his thoughts are too loud, and in that cycle of thoughts he realizes there's something very, very important he's forgotten. Biting his lip, he stands from his bed and silently pads out of his room and down the hall toward Bellamy's. He's hardly under the illusion the other boy's asleep, but even if he were this is a little too important. Stalling outside of his room he waits for a minute before drawing in a breath and knocking softly on the door.
If he's not here, he'll call him. Simple as that.]
Even though the potion should have helped, his subconscious was stronger than that. His own thoughts plus the Shuck's curse were enough to drive dreams through the cracks in his mind, twisted little nightmares filled with fires, machinery, destruction, and blood on his hands that couldn't be scrubbed off, glassy blank eyes of everyone he's ever grown close to staring up at him and the dull roar of gears grinding and sharp twinkles like glass.
The mix and medley of dreams is enough for him to wrench himself awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding and chest heaving for a moment as he stares into the dark. He cringes slightly as he peels his t-shirt away from his sweat-soaked back, kicking off the sheets and swinging his feet over the edge of the bed. He runs his hands through his hair, fluffing it up a bit as he stares at his feet for a moment.
The house is too quiet. It's way too quiet but at the same time it just means his thoughts are too loud, and in that cycle of thoughts he realizes there's something very, very important he's forgotten. Biting his lip, he stands from his bed and silently pads out of his room and down the hall toward Bellamy's. He's hardly under the illusion the other boy's asleep, but even if he were this is a little too important. Stalling outside of his room he waits for a minute before drawing in a breath and knocking softly on the door.
If he's not here, he'll call him. Simple as that.]
[He's home, for once, though he isn't sleeping. Sleep hasn't come much easier to him over the last month, adjustments and difficulties getting comfortable. He knows he's safe, but the middle of the night alone casts doubt on that security now and then.]
[Bellamy hears the knock, and so does Bellona, the kitten immediately jumping from the bed and trotting for the door. The footsteps were quiet enough outside that he suspects Hiro more than his sister, but either option is easy enough to roll out of bed for.]
[He cracks open the door to confirm it's Hiro, and Bellona bursts through, rubbing her face on Hiro's legs. All it takes is one look at the kid, and any sense of his own tiredness disappears, replaced by concern as he opens the door much wider.]
What's up? [He could ask what's wrong, but he figures he'll get the answer to that soon enough, beyond the typical "can't sleep" that seems to be getting both of them.]
[Bellamy hears the knock, and so does Bellona, the kitten immediately jumping from the bed and trotting for the door. The footsteps were quiet enough outside that he suspects Hiro more than his sister, but either option is easy enough to roll out of bed for.]
[He cracks open the door to confirm it's Hiro, and Bellona bursts through, rubbing her face on Hiro's legs. All it takes is one look at the kid, and any sense of his own tiredness disappears, replaced by concern as he opens the door much wider.]
What's up? [He could ask what's wrong, but he figures he'll get the answer to that soon enough, beyond the typical "can't sleep" that seems to be getting both of them.]
Leaving field w/ Jason + Hiro, going back to Dias. I'm fine/safe.
Sent Glais to capitol, set temp chain of cmnd with medics.
Stay safe.
Sent Glais to capitol, set temp chain of cmnd with medics.
Stay safe.
( okay. okay, she can do this. she can tell him. she can.
deep breath. )
Hey. Can you... I know you're probably in the mountain, but can you teleport back to the house and meet me there? It's kind of important. ( a beat. ) I'm okay, I just- We really need to talk.
deep breath. )
Hey. Can you... I know you're probably in the mountain, but can you teleport back to the house and meet me there? It's kind of important. ( a beat. ) I'm okay, I just- We really need to talk.
[There is something in her tone that sets him on edge, despite her promise that she's okay. He can't even gauge a hint of what it is, but it rolls over in his gut, and it doesn't stop him from immediately shuffling, the sounds of him preparing to leave echoing over the feed.]
You don't sound fine. Give me five minutes, tops.
You don't sound fine. Give me five minutes, tops.
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