[ A happier ending. He leaves the story there, for Bellamy's sake. ]
(You're just shy of coordinated, I think.)
[ Though he teases, he has Bellamy caught up in the tangle of dancers. His broodmate's mind is soft with alcohol, his limbs ungainly enough that physically manipulating him into the motion of the crowd was easy enough. Distract him with a silent tale, strung between their minds, and pull him in close. Deeper into the action he's been watching so admiringly throughout the night; this isn't a night to exist on the fringes, he feels. There is a certain brilliance to it, a reprieve from difficulties that he, personally, does not require, but thinks Bellamy might benefit from.
He takes up one of Bellamy's hands, the one being so pointedly touched - an echo of the night he'd tucked his hatchtwin into his bed and lulled him to a restless sleep. ]
(Did you ever think to dance with her?)
[ Clarke. The young lady at the forefront of Bellamy's mind. ]
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( You're just shy of coordinated, I think. )
[ Though he teases, he has Bellamy caught up in the tangle of dancers. His broodmate's mind is soft with alcohol, his limbs ungainly enough that physically manipulating him into the motion of the crowd was easy enough. Distract him with a silent tale, strung between their minds, and pull him in close. Deeper into the action he's been watching so admiringly throughout the night; this isn't a night to exist on the fringes, he feels. There is a certain brilliance to it, a reprieve from difficulties that he, personally, does not require, but thinks Bellamy might benefit from.
He takes up one of Bellamy's hands, the one being so pointedly touched - an echo of the night he'd tucked his hatchtwin into his bed and lulled him to a restless sleep. ]
( Did you ever think to dance with her? )
[ Clarke. The young lady at the forefront of Bellamy's mind. ]