BELLAMY BLAKE
COURT Unseelie
TITLE Speaker of Darkness (✮✮) The Bloodied Hand (✮✮✮)
OCCUPATION Soldier.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Yes.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Spire 3.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Spire 3.
MAJOR EVENTS
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Fox Cult Investigation Quest [ ✖ ]
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Description [ ✖ ]
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PLANS Sneaking onto the Seelie side, investigating the Cult of the Fox, attending far more parties/festivals than he ever has before in his entire life. Bringing anarcho-communism to the drabwurld. (cr plans)
SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
✪ Sword training and combat training (PARKOUR) with Jason
✪ Magic training with the Magic Guild
✪ Working as a letter runner, including over Seelie lines.
✪ After gaining fast travel + shard concealment, making several trips over to the Seelie side, both to look for his people and to spy for Morla. Making Seelie contacts.
✪ Investigating the Cult of the Fox and becoming a target of the cult.
✪ From July onward: avoiding assassination attempts by the Cult of the Fox.
✪ Attending various holidays: Beltane, Samhain, Yule, etc.
✪ Working on Saber's R&D tech team, as a field tester/security.
✪ Looks into the Midnight Court.
TIMELINE OF EVENTS
SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) |
- MARCH - Takes advantage of the Monarch Audience and gains a means of shard concealment (thanks to Clarke saving Unseelie shards in battle, both their shards are concealed full time). He and Clarke take on a quest from Waver. When the snow rolls in, he does his best to help unfreeze things.
- APRIL - Bellamy continues sword and magic training and decides he really hates harps.
- MAY - Starts off the month with Beltane. He takes his first trip into Seelie territory later, checking out Caer Glaem and the area around it. Starts looking into the Cult of the Fox via Seelies. Kills some swans because fuck swans.
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SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE - Attends the tourney in Treun! Makes a second trip into seelie territory, this time centering on the Cothromach. Befriends some people with connections to the Cult of the Fox, begins the process of sending them undercover.
- JULY - Third tip into Glaschu, where following the Cult of the Fox leads him to Daonna just in time to witness the hangings. When he returns to the third spire, he and Clarke get a decapitated surprise and become a targets of the Cult of the Fox.
- AUGUST - Let's avoid sneaking around this month, ok? Ok! Works on more magic training, attends some festivals, and follows Clarke to the 8th and 9th Spires to help set up the spire clinics.
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FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- SEPTEMBER - Fourth trip into Glaschu, Parrais. Wreath Festival! Starts learning Blood Magic from Clarke and they adopt a dog (which he names Rhea Silvia).
- OCTOBER - Bellamy goes to Redgate midmonth, attends the opening of its theatre. Samhain: Bellamy and Clarke make offerings to the Black Shuck, and he manages to actually Dance and Have fun during the following festivities.
- NOVEMBER - As a former delinquent, the prison break is of course Very Scary. Continues with magic and combat training.
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WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- DECEMBER - Yule! the Hare Hunt!
- JANUARY - Stuff and things!!! Another trip into Glaschu, checking on Caer Glaem before hitting up the Cothromach again.
- FEBRUARY - Ostara Festival in Parrais. Visits the art gallery with Clarke. At the end of the month, falls asleep and canon updates, gaining memories of infiltrating Mount Weather and joining up with Maya inside.
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SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
- MARCH - Nearly gets killed in Parrais by the Cult via broken balcony. Zombies must die aka takes out some of the undead.
- APRIL - Agrees to be bait for the Cult of the Fox in hopes of luring in members to capture for the Red Hand.
- MAY - ¿ we just don't know ?
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february
waver velvet ( the barrel )
[Leaving Rhea with Clarke, he teleports to the Barrel - landing right inside of the building. It's empty on a Sunday, otherwise he'd have transported elsewhere and gone in normally, but it's nice to know the Cult can't watch him walk into it this way.]
Knock Knock.
[He is incapable of most manners, which would usually include actually knocking first, but at least he projects his voice to carry and bounce around.]
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He looks up from the book, shuts it, and hops off the counter.]
And arriving safe and sound I see. [Waver beams.] C'mon downstairs. I was going to have lunch when you got here.
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[Pass on arriving dead. But Bellamy follows after him, pinged by the idea of lunch even if he came for book reasons. Eating out isn't something he does much of anymore, but here he could trust it. He spares one last cursory look out the window, fueled by paranoia that's kept him alive the last few months, before descending the stairs.]
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The Barrel's home is entirely a part of the cliff, with great windows looking out onto the terranced garden and then beyond that, the sea itself. Even in February, with the garden dormant, the ocean sparkles in bright blue, and gives the whole cave home a lightness to it. Waver hangs a sharp left, going right for the kitchen.]
Sandwiches okay? We got some lettuce in, cured meats, some cheese, and bread from the baker's yesterday.
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Sandwiches are practically gourmet. [Being picky about food has never been afforded to him before, so even here, there's very little Bellamy won't eat.] Don't suppose you have radioactive panther?
[That's. A joke. He's joking.]
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[Waver's joking too, but he knows sometimes that stuff is taken seriously. But while he ponders a radioactive panther, he's also piling sandwich ingredients onto a tray, to be carried into the study.]
We can DIY inside. Study's this way.
[Waver moves swiftly through the living room again, now down the other corridor and into his study. In addition to the bookcases, a sketch of the Barrel that Clarke gifted Waver for Yule, and miscellaneous other odds and ends, there is a sofa and two chairs towards one part of the room, all gathered around a coffee table. The table is actually a map of the Drabwurld, one Waver's used time and again to understand troop movements and strategic points. But for now, it's a place to put the tray of sandwich fixings.]
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[He trails after Waver into the study and takes in the layout, gaze flickering on the statues and Clarke's sketch and, of course, the books. He should probably ask if there's a preferred place to sit, but he just takes a chair once the tray is placed on the table, and immediately reaches for some of the bread.]
[There's a moment of hesitation. He knows no one saw him come here, knows Waver got the food before anyone could have possibly poisoned it - but it's instinctive. He pushes through it and starts to make a sandwich.] Would it surprise you to know books are why I'm here?
[He's never been good at polite transitions.]
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[Waver smiles at that, thin and rueful. IT was the disadvantage of what he had set up for himself with his little information collective. Bad news was ever forthcoming, with little reprieve. He snatches a few scraps of meat off the tray, and piles them onto one of the bread slices.]
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I finished that book. [THE BIG FAT ROMAN ONE. Bellamy apparently cannot reference it like a normal person.] We don't exactly have books back home, as I'm sure you've been told. Wanted to know if you had any more. [He pauses, masking the hesitation by putting some lettuce to complete his sandwich.] On Rome, specifically.
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late february
her throat closes and another wave of nausea and panic washes over her, ice cold down her spine, a weight in her chest she just can't shake. she can't think about Finn, she can't.
instead her eyes fall back over Bellamy where he continues to sleep, where he can't be roused awake. she's heard of it, the enchanted sleep that people don't wake from; it can last a week or, in some cases, those who fell to rest and haven't woken again since the network shut down. the idea that it could have been her, that it could be Bellamy now- that's what has her more upset than anything else, she's sure.
the thought that he might be asleep for an eternity and that she'll face this alone, without his constant presence at her side, without the comfort of his hand in hers.
(she continues counting, it's been almost seven hours now, and she stays put sitting in the bed next to him, back propped against the headboard.)
Clarke forces her attention back to her sketchbook. she's filled four pages already, trying to draw out everything she saw in the vision of the Drabwurld. of monsters and mazes of fire, of smoke that burned down her lungs. she fills the pages with memories of a future that she hopes never come to pass, but then-
but then she stops focusing so much on what she's doing. draws hands and fingers she's long memorized, draws familiar eyes, draws the smile that she's seen more frequently during their time in the Drabwurld. she draws Bellamy, because she's scared, and because all she wants is for him to wake up. )
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[His eyes snap to her immediately, realizing she's there before he even sees her. She's awake, and that much at least manages to give him some semblance of relief against the worry (and panic) he couldn't shake off after she'd fallen asleep and he couldn't wake her up, and he struggles to sit up properly against stiff muscles.]
Clarke. [His voice is hoarse, and he's not sure if it's because he's been asleep for god knows how long, or if it's because of everything he saw while it happened. The metal around his neck, his hands around Lovejoy's. Finn.]
[Bellamy draws in a sharp breath and runs a hand over his face, through his hair, reaching out blindly with the other until he touches some part of her beside him, fingers ghosting on her leg as he grounds himself with the contact and pulls himself fully out of the weeklong dream.]
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she feels like she shouldn't be allowed to have this, not after what she did back in their world, even if it was just a dream.
but she has to do her best right now, he needs her to, she needs herself to. she forces up a thin smile, reaching her hand down to rest atop his, thumb stroking over the back of his hand, an effort in comfort. she doesn't know what he's learned about home, if anything at all, and the last thing she needs to do is try and explain I sent you to die. )
Hey. Welcome back.
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You too. [Right?? That makes sense - she was out too. She's awake now. They're both back, and he hopes she wasn't sitting there alone for the same amount of time he was, though he suspects it's a dumb hope to have.]
[Bellamy finally sits up, resting one elbow on his leg as he leans his head into his hand. Part of him still feels like he should be there, inside Mount Weather, not here with Clarke where it's safer. But even looking down at his clothes, they're the dark ones he remembered last - not the uniform stolen from Lovejoy's corpse.]
[He exhales suddenly, still holding her hand. It's - so calm, sitting here like this. It's so jarring and he's tense with the memories, except in his hand where his fingers with hers are both iron and gentle.] I saw home.
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the comfort in having Bellamy be awake is immediate, and it's almost impossible for the anxiety and upset of home to eclipse that. Clarke might not know how to grapple with her new memories, but she knows she would be far less capable of doing it without Bellamy here.
there's a tightness to her voice when she finally speaks up, and she intends to tell him that she dreamed of him, too. that it wasn't just him, but- )
I didn't know if you were going to wake up. ( she swallows back the lump in her throat, gripping his hand a little tighter. it all comes out in a rush after that, like if she doesn't get everything out now, her throat might close around her words. ) I dreamed of home and woke up, and I wasn't sure if you'd stay asleep like other people have, and I didn't- I didn't know what to do. ( I was scared. )
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[His grip tightens too, as desperate as it is reassuring.] Like hell I'd just sleep my way through this place. [It's meant to be lighthearted, but he means it. Like hell I'd leave you alone here.]
[Bellamy's other hand moves, quietly cupping her face, thumb on her cheek. He startles himself with the contact, almost enough to pull away, but he keeps it there, keeps his gaze on her stubbornly. Between the pictures of home (hanging from his ankles, his blood drained before he drained someone else's) maybe he needs a little proof that his hands aren't just for killing. Between that and the visions, the spire collapsing as the biggest welcome back fuck you, the contact is more grounding than he wants to analyze. So he just rolls with it. He wants her attention.] I'm awake now. It's done.
[That she'd been scared, on his behalf, might have scared him a year ago, but he's long since come to terms with how similarly he'd feel (and has felt).] It's okay. We're okay.
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( her voice catches after that, because she isn't. she's really not. it was easier back home, it was so much easier. because she had been given the same choice there as she had here after Nuala had died. the option to turn it off and push it away; the grief and the guilt and the overwhelming pain of it. but back here- back in the Drabwurld she promised not to, she promised too many people, and now she's terrified that she doesn't know how to navigate it this time. )
I killed- ( her breath catches and she grips his hand hard enough that her own fingers ache, and her shoulders start toe shake from how hard she's trying to not cry. she can't, she can't, because she isn't sure she'll be able to stop if she starts to. her voice shakes, pitches higher, and she isn't going to cry, she isn't- ) Bellamy, I-
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[His expression collapses with hers, and there's a part of him that's glad she doesn't repeat as she'd done at home and close herself off. But the other part hurts for how much she's hurting.]
I know. [His voice is gentle as his hand moves from her face to the back of her head, and he lets go of her hand so he can pull her towards him, arm wrapping solidly around her. He couldn't do this before, for too many reasons to care about. He understands her choice, and he'd told her so at home too; there isn't an ounce of blame in his tone or frame. It doesn't mean it'll get any easier, but she is Clarke and he is Bellamy, and they wouldn't have gotten this far if they didn't understand even the most haunted parts of each other.] I know.
[She doesn't have to say it, she doesn't have to do or say anything she can't bring herself to, because he already knows. All he can do is just - keep holding her, cradling her head with Finn's death hanging in the air between them.]
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she killed Finn and he thanked her for it. she can still remember Raven's cry of pain when Clarke had stepped away, remembers the way Finn's blood slicked her hands, remembers the way he haunted her after.
and she remembers sending Bellamy away.
Clarke's hands shake as she leans into him heavily, more than she means or wants to, but the solid presence of him is all that's keeping her together. she's a million pieces of herself, a mixed puzzle with parts that belong to two different pictures. there's the Clarke here in the Drabwurld that wouldn't have ever done that to Bellamy, but there's the Clarke she dreams of back home that sent him away because loving people was too much of a weakness for her. the pieces don't fit together, and it's a struggle to even try. )
I'm- I'm sorry. I'm- ( the tears feel hot on her cheeks when they start to fall and she has to swallow back a sob to keep from making any noise. it's bad enough she's crying, she can't let this take over, too. ) I sent you away. I t-told you I couldn't lose you and I- And I sent you away. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Finn's- Finn is dead and you're gone and it's my fault, I'm sorry-
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[When she speaks, starts crying, his arm tightens around her and he presses the side of his head to hers. She doesn't have to return it, but it doesn't mean he'll stop hugging her. His voice is gruff with the emotional volcano they're sitting in, not an angry hard just - edging on overwhelmed not by her but everything around them.] It's not your fault. I made that choice just as much as you did. Going inside the mountain was my idea.
[He remembers being struck with a strange sense of upset by her agreement, her decree of being weak coming off her initial I can't lose you too. He understood it, like he understands all of her choices, but the surprise of it was the unintended admission of how much she did care and how terrible it was to watch her try and cast it off.]
[He won't let her do that here. The Drabwurld is not home, no matter how many parallels and similar decisions they've been pushed to make. He has no regrets about entering the mountain, no matter what he's had to do so far, because it means they're one step closer to saving their people. Killing for them is just the easier part of what he'd go through for it.]
Clarke. I don't blame you, okay? Not for anything.
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breaths coming in stuttered gasps, she presses her forehead into his shoulder, choking back on a noise that tries to escape. she killed Finn. she killed him and it's the type of blood that she'll never be able to get off, not even here in the Drabwurld. and when it got to be too much, when the guilt was ready to swallow her whole, she sent Bellamy away instead of falling back on his support.
he says he doesn't blame her, but- )
I blame myself.
( for not finding Finn sooner, for not keeping him safe, for not finding a different way that spared his life, for agreeing with Lexa about weaknesses, for sending Bellamy away. she blames herself, because there is no one else to blame. )
I didn't know what else to do, I didn't know- ( her fingers tighten their grip in his shirt and she lifts her head to look at him properly, desperation leveled in her gaze. ) What do you remember? What happened at Mount Weather? Bellamy I need to know what happened to you.
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