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BELLAMY BLAKE |
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Maybe. It's much sweeter, at least.
( there were very few luxuries on the Ark, including things like hot chocolate. they'd have to melt down bitter bars with water, which wasn't exactly ideal. so this? much nicer, though Clarke's not sure she'll drink the whole cup -- she can only hazard a guess it's made with something heavier like milk.
the weather is also vastly different from anything they've had to deal with; both on the Ark and the ground. Clarke keeps an eye out for any Imps that manage to thaw out so she can grab them for help before they take off elsewhere, or for locals that unfreeze so she can walk them through how to avoid hypothermia. at least for now, it's mostly a waiting game with the thicker ice.
which means Clarke gets back to a more pressing matter, of course. )
So. First born child. Looks like you won't need to worry about finding an heir.
( why yes, Clarke is trying to do her best to not laugh. )
( there were very few luxuries on the Ark, including things like hot chocolate. they'd have to melt down bitter bars with water, which wasn't exactly ideal. so this? much nicer, though Clarke's not sure she'll drink the whole cup -- she can only hazard a guess it's made with something heavier like milk.
the weather is also vastly different from anything they've had to deal with; both on the Ark and the ground. Clarke keeps an eye out for any Imps that manage to thaw out so she can grab them for help before they take off elsewhere, or for locals that unfreeze so she can walk them through how to avoid hypothermia. at least for now, it's mostly a waiting game with the thicker ice.
which means Clarke gets back to a more pressing matter, of course. )
So. First born child. Looks like you won't need to worry about finding an heir.
( why yes, Clarke is trying to do her best to not laugh. )
[He steps in closer, taking a better look. The guy knows what he's doing, at least on the grip side of things.]
Looks fine. You just gotta practice throwing it. [Bellamy saw that several times over with the delinquents; teaching them how to hold it and throw only went so far. They needed to get the experience.] Use trees to start, like this.
[And he pulls out one of his own knives, taking aim before launching it at the tree. It embeds itself into the trunk, almost exactly where he'd intended. He's not showing off so much as showing how he does it - he'd used an axe before, after all.]
Looks fine. You just gotta practice throwing it. [Bellamy saw that several times over with the delinquents; teaching them how to hold it and throw only went so far. They needed to get the experience.] Use trees to start, like this.
[And he pulls out one of his own knives, taking aim before launching it at the tree. It embeds itself into the trunk, almost exactly where he'd intended. He's not showing off so much as showing how he does it - he'd used an axe before, after all.]
[Bellamy doesn't look up when she comes in either, just knowing right away that she's there. If he was in tune with Clarke when they first arrived, it's only intensified after all their months in the Drabwurld.]
[He's scribbling notes about some of his magic when she speaks, and he finally spares her a quick glance. With her nose in a book, he looks back at the table and starts writing again as he answers her.]
Ghostly dog, associated with death. Usually a bad omen, but there isn't one solid story. [Dropping mythological and historical tidbits has become something normal too.] Sometimes he helps lost travelers too.
[He doesn't ask why she wants to know. She'll get to that on her own.]
[He's scribbling notes about some of his magic when she speaks, and he finally spares her a quick glance. With her nose in a book, he looks back at the table and starts writing again as he answers her.]
Ghostly dog, associated with death. Usually a bad omen, but there isn't one solid story. [Dropping mythological and historical tidbits has become something normal too.] Sometimes he helps lost travelers too.
[He doesn't ask why she wants to know. She'll get to that on her own.]
Easy for you to say.
[well goddamn. he sighs when the knife hits the target, glancing to bellamy with an exasperated expression. he doesn't believe it, really, but he isn't about to give up now. with a huff and an overbearing determination, he readies himself for a throw again. he puts all that he's got into it, and this time it hits the tree's base. well, sort of. it's stuck in something, that's for damned sure.]
[well goddamn. he sighs when the knife hits the target, glancing to bellamy with an exasperated expression. he doesn't believe it, really, but he isn't about to give up now. with a huff and an overbearing determination, he readies himself for a throw again. he puts all that he's got into it, and this time it hits the tree's base. well, sort of. it's stuck in something, that's for damned sure.]
( and she will, right after she lowers the book and steps the rest of the way into his room. setting the book down on the table, she crouches down to where Rhea is resting at Bellamy's feet, scritching gently behind her ears, Clarke's voice taking on a softer pitch. )
Not like you, right? The least bad omen there is.
( leaning down to drop a kiss to the top of Rhea's head, she stands back up, reaching for her book again despite making no effort to open it. )
Well, he exists here. There's a celebration at the end of October every year for him called Samhain, and if you leave him offerings and call for him, he might grant an audience. ( a beat. ) I think we should talk to him about the Cult, and about our friends. ( because, by now, it's what she calls all four of them. there's no point in making the distinction between them for who was a friend or simply an acquaintance; they all died for them. )
Not like you, right? The least bad omen there is.
( leaning down to drop a kiss to the top of Rhea's head, she stands back up, reaching for her book again despite making no effort to open it. )
Well, he exists here. There's a celebration at the end of October every year for him called Samhain, and if you leave him offerings and call for him, he might grant an audience. ( a beat. ) I think we should talk to him about the Cult, and about our friends. ( because, by now, it's what she calls all four of them. there's no point in making the distinction between them for who was a friend or simply an acquaintance; they all died for them. )
And hotter. [He takes another too hot sip, savoring the taste and warming himself up at the same time. It wasn't like he had the Ark's version of hot chocolate all that much anyway, and maybe it's a sign of who he's become that he doesn't bring it up.] Maybe they boil it with magic. [He's both serious and not?? They're still new enough to the Drabwurld that he honestly has no idea, but he wouldn't be surprised if magic was involved at this point.]
[Bellamy almost chokes his sip right back up when she speaks up again, scowling at her as she nearly laughs. Of course she had to overhear it. Of course.] Didn't even realize I was on the hunt for one. [Shut up Clarke.]
[Bellamy almost chokes his sip right back up when she speaks up again, scowling at her as she nearly laughs. Of course she had to overhear it. Of course.] Didn't even realize I was on the hunt for one. [Shut up Clarke.]
Yeah, because that's what you gotta do. [Some people were more natural than others, but he hadn't ever met a kid that failed so utterly they had to stop trying.]
[When Ben throws it again, the knife collides with the trunk this time, and Bellamy breaks into a cross between a smirk and a grin.] See? Practice. Scoff all you want, but you're gonna throw like shit for a while, most people do.
[When Ben throws it again, the knife collides with the trunk this time, and Bellamy breaks into a cross between a smirk and a grin.] See? Practice. Scoff all you want, but you're gonna throw like shit for a while, most people do.
( it probably says something she doesn't question the explanation -- the Drabwurld is a strange place, after all, and Clarke's still adjusting to the idea that magic is so very prevalent to the people living there. native and shardbearer alike seemed to view it as a normal part of their day to day life, which meant Clarke would probably come to see it the same.
she does her best to not laugh outwardly at his reaction, instead turning to stoke one of the fires, lips pursed when she realizes how slow the ice is melting. she can only hope that their state of dress and constant movement allows her and Bellamy to stay thawed.
her attention to the slowly melting resident doesn't keep her from continuing to poke at the joke. )
Aren't most kings?
she does her best to not laugh outwardly at his reaction, instead turning to stoke one of the fires, lips pursed when she realizes how slow the ice is melting. she can only hope that their state of dress and constant movement allows her and Bellamy to stay thawed.
her attention to the slowly melting resident doesn't keep her from continuing to poke at the joke. )
Aren't most kings?
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Yule Delivery Wrapped for Bellamy and left on the kitchen table are a few packages. He will receive a leather bound book with legends and lore from different shardbearer worlds, as well as from natives, and illustrated by Clarke, an iron flask engraved with his initials, filled with moonshine, a heavy winter jacket with thread imbued with her blood magic to protect him, and a portrait of Octavia in oil pastels. ❤ |
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