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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 ?

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[anarchos]

[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.]

[steadfasts]

He probably didn't have a choice.

( 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.

[anarchos]

Unless he was bribed. [He doesn't trust people easily, and more than anything, the bartender could be a start, a lead into discovering more on the Cult, as though it hadn't just nearly succeeded in killing them off.]

[ (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.

[steadfasts]

( she doesn't try to argue with his assessment of the barkeep -- it's possible the person serving them drinks wasn't even the real pub runner, that it had been the Cult all along. but it's not something she wants to discuss right now, not something she has the energy for.

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.

[anarchos]

[He doesn't have the energy for awkwardness, just like he doesn't have the energy for anything else. Bellamy keeps his arm tucked around her and closes his eyes with a sigh, the feel of her body breathing beside him more of a reassurance than his own. He briefly wonders if it's a good or bad thing that the idea of sleeping in blood has lost most of it's normal effects, whether it's his own or otherwise.]

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.]