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 [ ✖ ]
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Description [ ✖ ]
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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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[His throat hurts and his mouth still tastes like blood, but as soon as he can, Bellamy moves, pushing her hand at her own stomach desperately. He doesn't even know if he's fully healed yet, but she's already wasted too much time on him. His eyes are wild with panic and anger, and the only other time he felt this useless in his life was when he watched the guards take Octavia away.]
Clarke. [Her eyes are glazing over, and he stubbornly holds her hands in place, the command to heal herself in her name along with a very raw fear.]
[If she dies, he would never forgive himself.]
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Clarke's sure that she's smearing blood on his shirt and she might laugh at what a mess they are if she wasn't so desperately trying to clear her throat to heal herself. while it might take her a second, she finally rasps out another esuna, and she can feel herself sagging against him by the time she breathes cura on her next rattling exhale; between the poison and the use of her magic when already weakened, she's exhausted.
but Bellamy's alive. they're both alive. )
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[The tension doesn't dissipate, but it eases, and Bellamy shifts his grip to wrap his arms around her, taking in the fact that she's alive. They're both still alive. She did it. He presses his face into her shoulder and smears more blood on them both, but he doesn't have the strength to care. He can feel in her frame how much it took out of her to heal them both, and he's pretty sure he's sitting in blood, but he makes no attempt to move either of them - not that he thinks he could lift her right now, with his strength sapped.]
That was fucking stupid. [Healing him first!! His voice is gruff, weak, but overwhelmed - he was so close to losing her, and the reality of that is more terrifying than he'd imagined.]
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( her voice is soft, heavy with exhaustion, but even now it's clear she has no intention of apologizing for her choice. there's no point; she doesn't regret it, and would do the same thing again.
she wants to return the hug, but even that feels like too much of an effort right now. instead, Clarke tucks her face into his shoulder, realizing that nothing is as comforting to her anymore as this, as Bellamy. she couldn't have healed herself first, not when he was suffering.
despite her voice being muffled into his shoulder, she knows he'll hear her anyway, making no effort to move. )
I can't let anything happen to you. ( she almost lost him, she easily could have, and the weight of it is nauseating. it's impossible to think of how she would keep going in his absence. it takes a moment, but she forces one of her arms up and around his back, gripping tight to his shirt. ) Don't be a jerk. ( meaning don't ruin the damn moment for once by being an ass, Bellamy. )
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[But it's more than that. If the way he's still not ready to let her go is any indication, if the way he's still so angry that she'd chosen him first and almost died, that feeling is mutual. It's one thing to know how much he needs her, another to be faced with it so openly like a Charybdis in his chest.]
[Bellamy's hold on her tightens, both because of her words and because he stiffens with them. He wears his heart on his sleeve even when it makes him uncomfortable.] I'm always a jerk.
[It's the easier thing to say right now, because he can't look at her.] Do you think I want anything to happen to you either? [It's also easier to spit it out as a question rather than a statement, hot with irritation despite his hold on her. He can't do - anything of this without her. Not anymore.]
[His being healed at the cost of her life would have been pointless. Useless. He has a million other things to say about it - and he will, when he's less exhausted from another near death choking experience.]
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she makes an amused noise at his admission of always being a jerk, fully prepared to argue with him on the fact. because he isn't always a jerk, he isn't. it might be his fastest defense mechanism, but-
her train of thought stops rather abruptly, because no. no, of course she wouldn't think that. twisting her fingers into his shirt, she holds on as tight as she can muster up the strength for. she's almost thankful for the exhaustion this has brought her, it means she can't find the energy to cry; besides, she's tired of crying over the last few weeks. )
I thought I was going to lose you.
( the exhaustion doesn't stop her breath from catching in her throat, because no, she wouldn't think that he'd want anything to happen to her. the difference is that this isn't the first time she's thought she could lose him. the war, closing the dropship, the risk of the battles here, the nightmares following their quest-
Clarke's worried that, at the end of things, she will be the death of him. )
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[There are just - so many things he wants to say. Bellamy rarely thinks before he speaks, and it's only when there's too much that he sort of flounders. It doesn't help that the whole thing has left him wiped out, and he hadn't done any of the healing. All of his energy is focused on keeping Clarke upright.]
[He's still angry, but it deflates into something more contained the longer she sits there against him. Clarke is steady, and she's still alive, and really, that's the important part for now. He can yell at her more later.]
You're not allowed to die on me either.
[He couldn't handle it.]
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( she says it like a promise. as though it's something she's able to keep, as though it's in her control, and maybe she thinks it is; maybe she can force herself to believe that if she promises this to Bellamy, she can't break it. like saying it means he can't die either, a promise for both of them to be there together, no matter what.
life is based on mortality and the fact that everything has an end, but Clarke doesn't want to think about hers, and she never wants to think about Bellamy's. unless her end is aligned with his, she wants no part in it, because one surviving without the other doesn't make sense anymore, not with everything they've done and been through together. she couldn't shoulder this life alone, she doesn't want to.
no matter how much she wants to simply enjoy the fact that they're alive, wants to just exist in this moment where they're in the room and alive and safe, she can't. she really can't. she stopped being able to do that in July. )
It was the Cult, wasn't it?
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[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.]
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( while she's sure that Bellamy is just as exhausted as she is, Clarke can't help but sag in his arms just a little more at the confirmation. as though the heads weren't enough, as though the pain of that wasn't enough, now they had to watch their backs. she knew it was a warning, they both did, but it doesn't make this any easier to swallow.
she exhales slowly, can still feel a bit of a rattle in her chest, and it's obvious she needs to heal both of them more. the idea of even trying it right now is laughable, though. )
I'll heal the rest of the damage it caused later, I just- I just need to sleep a little first.
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[ (The bartender will already be dead, by the time Bellamy gets there.) ]
[She sinks into him further, and Bellamy refuses to let her fall - but she's right in one thing. They're still damaged, and he can't stay upright with her much longer.]
[He curls an arm around her and just - lays down on the floor, taking Clarke with him. They're covered in blood and laying in blood, but there are so many 'at least it's not -' that he can't bring himself to care. It's such a relief to be flat, less on everything inside him that still aches from the poison, and he's got no energy to carry both of them to the actual bed.] You're healing yourself first this time.
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when they reach the floor, Clarke doesn't waste time on pretense. they've been sleeping against each other for a few weeks now anyway, so she doesn't feel any awkwardness in curling up against his chest. it gives her a sense of comfort, of safety, and there's no time spent caring about any blood they're lying on top of.
she drops her head to his shoulder, eyes already closed when she does, the exhaustion weighing heavy in her bones now. )
Whatever you say.
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You should listen to me more often. [He grumbles it, not entirely aware of what he's saying (she does, after all, listen to him, or they wouldn't be as locked together as they are now), as consciousness starts to slip away from him, his hold on Clarke only tight enough to remind him that she's safe.]