( it isn't long after he starts coughing that Clarke can feel the scratch in her throat, the taste of copper barely on her tongue before she's reaching for her cup and lifting it to smell it. they've both had the mead here before, and it's never smelled like this.
poison, she assumes. nothing else would work so quickly between the two of them.
she grabs for Bellamy's arm, gripping it tightly. )
We need to get back to our room. Right now.
( she doesn't care if they're in plain sight, doesn't care that they've left spilled drink on the table. her only focus is getting them back to the spire where she can heal them both, before it spreads, before either of them are at any further risk. Clarke teleports as soon as she's sure that Bellamy has heard her, doubling over as soon as she reaches the room, blood splattering across the floor. )
no subject
poison, she assumes. nothing else would work so quickly between the two of them.
she grabs for Bellamy's arm, gripping it tightly. )
We need to get back to our room. Right now.
( she doesn't care if they're in plain sight, doesn't care that they've left spilled drink on the table. her only focus is getting them back to the spire where she can heal them both, before it spreads, before either of them are at any further risk. Clarke teleports as soon as she's sure that Bellamy has heard her, doubling over as soon as she reaches the room, blood splattering across the floor. )