[Something in him deflates with her promise. Bellamy knows there are things beyond either of their control that are working against it, against them, but he takes it right now. It's so fucking impossible to think about a life without Clarke; they've become so entwined and dependent on one another that anything else just doesn't make sense anymore. He would do anything in his power to keep Clarke alive, and if that means keeping himself alive too, so be it.]
[He pulls away enough to look at her face, close enough that he can smell the blood smeared across her chin and lips, but he looks at her wholly, steadfastly, his hand still holding the back of her head. She's wiped out. He doesn't answer her right away, but the yes is clear in his expression, alongside that fierce anger constantly in his veins, but at least now it's shifted more against foxes.]
[Yes, it was the Cult. It feels like the start of something that's only going to keep getting worse, and he is so prepared to do whatever it takes in this fight. Clarke has promised not to die and he'll help her keep that oath.] Who else? [He closes his eyes for a moment.] I'm going to strangle that bartender.
[He means every word of it, but he also has no intention of leaving this room yet, even if he had the strength to move. His arms feel like lead.]
no subject
[He pulls away enough to look at her face, close enough that he can smell the blood smeared across her chin and lips, but he looks at her wholly, steadfastly, his hand still holding the back of her head. She's wiped out. He doesn't answer her right away, but the yes is clear in his expression, alongside that fierce anger constantly in his veins, but at least now it's shifted more against foxes.]
[Yes, it was the Cult. It feels like the start of something that's only going to keep getting worse, and he is so prepared to do whatever it takes in this fight. Clarke has promised not to die and he'll help her keep that oath.] Who else? [He closes his eyes for a moment.] I'm going to strangle that bartender.
[He means every word of it, but he also has no intention of leaving this room yet, even if he had the strength to move. His arms feel like lead.]