[ There's a brief urge to turn and flee which the Darkling's touch staves off. This scene is far removed from the Unity Day dance so long ago, and Bellamy had never participated in those the way he should have. It hadn't felt fair, with Octavia tucked beneath the floor and unable to join him, and then—
Well, then it all fell apart.
But that falls away too at the renewed brush of the Darkling's mind. It's as if he lays fingers on the exact memory of Clarke. She glows, distracting, as Bellamy shakes his head. They never had time to dance. The world had been on fire from the moment they landed, even if it had regrettably taken them too long to notice. ]
(No opportunity,) [ Which is truthfully, though followed inevitably by: ] (I don't think I know how.)
[ Or he didn't when compared with the dancers around them or the impression he had of the Darkling's experiences. Bellamy was in no way expert. His fingers lace through the Darkling's absently, hanging on before the Darkling can abandon him in the middle of the floor. He feels a stray tug on the ribbon at his belt, but doesn't turn to assess whether or not he's lost anything. ]
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Well, then it all fell apart.
But that falls away too at the renewed brush of the Darkling's mind. It's as if he lays fingers on the exact memory of Clarke. She glows, distracting, as Bellamy shakes his head. They never had time to dance. The world had been on fire from the moment they landed, even if it had regrettably taken them too long to notice. ]
( No opportunity, ) [ Which is truthfully, though followed inevitably by: ] ( I don't think I know how. )
[ Or he didn't when compared with the dancers around them or the impression he had of the Darkling's experiences. Bellamy was in no way expert. His fingers lace through the Darkling's absently, hanging on before the Darkling can abandon him in the middle of the floor. He feels a stray tug on the ribbon at his belt, but doesn't turn to assess whether or not he's lost anything. ]