( Clarke nods along with him, forces heaving breaths in and out of her lungs. the panic is a rush of adrenaline through her system, and her fight or flight instinct is running on an all-time high; she wants to leave, to step away, to run until her legs give out. but the exhaustion from this is bone deep and she isn't sure she could make it to the front door.
the forgiveness he grants her so easily feel undeserved, but she's doing her best to find comfort in it, so she doesn't deny what he so freely offers her. she reaches up, wraps a hand around the wrist of his hand that's in her hair. another grounding force for her to hold onto.
she's quiet after that, for the moment, focusing on her breathing and alleviating the weight of guilt and grief in her chest. it's deep seated, will remain for a while, but Bellamy's eagerness to forgive alleviates it, marginally.
only when she's calm again does she clear her throat, attempts to force her voice to work correctly. )
I didn't only dream about home. I dreamed of the Drabwurld, too.
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the forgiveness he grants her so easily feel undeserved, but she's doing her best to find comfort in it, so she doesn't deny what he so freely offers her. she reaches up, wraps a hand around the wrist of his hand that's in her hair. another grounding force for her to hold onto.
she's quiet after that, for the moment, focusing on her breathing and alleviating the weight of guilt and grief in her chest. it's deep seated, will remain for a while, but Bellamy's eagerness to forgive alleviates it, marginally.
only when she's calm again does she clear her throat, attempts to force her voice to work correctly. )
I didn't only dream about home. I dreamed of the Drabwurld, too.