[ There's something yielding in her thoughts, as if her line of questioning had been pressure and the change in topic and posture signals an easing away from it all. Bellamy exhales slowly, processing the flicker of thought and emotion emanating from her. With Lexa, Bellamy always has the sense that he's being deliberately allowed every inch of vulnerability and insight he gleans from her. Lexa isn't prone to the same slips and revealings that Bellamy constantly falls into.
If she's holding back, it's on purpose. It's a sign of something, a growth that Bellamy doesn't presume to attempt to name. She's not the only one thinking of Clarke in this moment, understanding that to some extent what Lexa tells him now is because of Clarke's influence and example. ]
It's not, really. Octavia doesn't count herself as Skaikru.
[ And why should she? She's Bellamy's family, but for all his protests, she'd been raised under the floorboards and imprisoned upon discovery. It had set her apart.
Bellamy can't hear her name aloud without a painful mix of pride and sorrow. Losing Lincoln had severed an already frayed bond between them. Bellamy would never have the chance to fix it. Not here. Maybe not even if he'd survived the battle in Polis. But still, the love and affection he feels for Octavia thrums warm in his chest, coloring his thoughts. ]
Indra was good for her.
[ Something Bellamy can admit now, finally. Maybe long past when such a statement would have mattered. ]
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If she's holding back, it's on purpose. It's a sign of something, a growth that Bellamy doesn't presume to attempt to name. She's not the only one thinking of Clarke in this moment, understanding that to some extent what Lexa tells him now is because of Clarke's influence and example. ]
It's not, really. Octavia doesn't count herself as Skaikru.
[ And why should she? She's Bellamy's family, but for all his protests, she'd been raised under the floorboards and imprisoned upon discovery. It had set her apart.
Bellamy can't hear her name aloud without a painful mix of pride and sorrow. Losing Lincoln had severed an already frayed bond between them. Bellamy would never have the chance to fix it. Not here. Maybe not even if he'd survived the battle in Polis. But still, the love and affection he feels for Octavia thrums warm in his chest, coloring his thoughts. ]
Indra was good for her.
[ Something Bellamy can admit now, finally. Maybe long past when such a statement would have mattered. ]