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[anarchos]

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 HIGHLIGHT Fox Cult Investigation Quest [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ]

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. 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. 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. 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. 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 ?

( codes by whambam )

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[unsolitary]

( stay, he asks her. as though she can do this, as though she can't feel her lungs filling up with the guilt, heavy as concrete, making it impossible to breathe. Finn's death was on her hands, but now what happened to Bellamy in Mount Weather is, too. he asks her to stay, and she doesn't know how, because it's so painful she feels sick from it, can feel the nausea turn over in her stomach.

she doesn't want to cry anymore, she doesn't want to do this. it was easier to pretend like she didn't feel anything, it was easier to act like feeling anything was a weakness. but in the Drabwurld she doesn't have almost fifty kids to rescue, she doesn't have a best friend trapped in a mountain, she doesn't have an entire army and its leader waiting on her choices. here she has Bellamy, and he can only keep her so safe before it's her own conscience that pushes her down and crushes her beneath the weight. )

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do, it hurts so much and I feel so bad, and I don't- What am I supposed to do, how am I supposed to-

( her voice is rough like gravel, digging into her throat and making it impossible to speak without cracking over words. )

I'm so sorry-

[anarchos]

[He lifts his head, because even if he doesn't want to share the look on his face, he needs to make sure he can see hers.]

You're human, Clarke. We feel too much by nature. [Which is such a fucking corny and stupid thing to say right now, but he's not really thinking so much as doing, working through all he's just seen while trying to remind Clarke that she's still worth caring about. If all he can do is just keep - talking at her, holding her, letting her cry, it has to be better than nothing.]

Stop apologizing. You're already forgiven. [He cards a hand through her hair, like she'd been doing for him.] I don't know either. But we're not giving up, okay? We're not.

[Or what's it all worth? What's the point? Bellamy has to believe in the end or he can't deal with what's happening to them now. He wonders when he got less cynical about that sort of thing. There is so much blood on his hands, and he never really forgets. It's something he knows they share.]

[unsolitary]

( 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.

[anarchos]

[The hand at her back moves slowly, slight movements meant to be more comfort as he sits there both in her arms and holding her himself. He just sits there with her, letting the silence wash over them as she cries against him. He tries to keep his breathing steady, in hopes of giving her something steady to focus on. It's probably not enough, simply because she deserves so much more, but it's all he has right now while he grapples with his own demons too.]

[When she finally speaks up again, he nods without breaking away.] I did too. Some kinda vision. [A beat.] It wasn't pretty.

[Which sounds about right, considering everything else.]

[unsolitary]

Here, let me-

( she shifts then, only barely pulling from him so that she can grab her sketchbook. she settles down near him, touching him where she's able without crowding into his space again the way she had been before. the space is only granted so that she can open the pages of her sketchbook with the scenes from her vision; the crumbling tower, the maze of smoke, and the monsters that wreaked havoc. )

This was what I had in mine.

[anarchos]

[He doesn't move, doesn't alter himself from where he sits with and touching her. He's glad she doesn't either, because he thinks he still needs that contact - as much as he might pretend otherwise when he needs to. It makes him feel human.]

[Bellamy looks over her sketches, and recognition fills his face. He brushes his hand over the top of the page and nods.] Yeah. This is what I saw too. All of it.

It's the Drabwurld, but none if it's... familiar to me.

[unsolitary]

I've been... to every single Spire, but the one that fell in this dream wasn't one that I recognized. So either it's a vision from the past of things that happened here before, or it's from the future, an this Spire hasn't been built yet.

( either way, it's not something that bodes well. )

Even if those monsters are from the past, they could easily be recreated again. And if that happens- Bellamy, we're going to lose this war.

[anarchos]

[She's right, and he doesn't like it. Especially not right now and how drained he feels.] Then we need to - keep an ear or an eye out, for anything that could be related to these visions. Maybe look into seeing if it happened before.

[A beat.] But not right now. [His tone suggests this is not up for debate, so does the way he reaches for her hand tightly.]

[unsolitary]

Okay. ( she nods a few times, closing her sketchbook and tossing it gently from the side of the bed so that it's out of sight. he doesn't want to think about it if she doesn't have to, so she's thankful for the excuse to put it away. only when she turns her hand to take his does she repeat herself. ) Okay.