[ Denying the Darkling was impossible. It was difficult with all of his brood, but the Darkling—
He had been there before Bellamy had any mental walls to speak of. It was if they had grown together like vines. Bellamy's ability to maintain petty anger in the face of his return is utterly demolished. It would be like trying to sever a part of himself. The Darkling's hands close over his wrists, fingers pressing over the vulnerable thud of his pulse, and the tension doesn't leave Bellamy's body, but he exhales slowly. The nearness is a comfort against the ragged-torn hole the Darkling's coma had created. His fingers twitch as the Darkling's lips find his temple. ]
I never wanted her to be here.
[ Which is both truth and lie: Bellamy had wanted Clarke here, and badly, the same way he longed for Octavia. But he knew they could not easily escape this place so he'd tried to pretend otherwise. Apparently, it had all been for nothing. ]
What did you say to her?
[ He must have said something. Bellamy's mind follows the question by winding in slowly; the way into the Darkling's mind hasn't changed, and the need to rattle an answer loose falls by the wayside as their minds connect. ]
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He had been there before Bellamy had any mental walls to speak of. It was if they had grown together like vines. Bellamy's ability to maintain petty anger in the face of his return is utterly demolished. It would be like trying to sever a part of himself. The Darkling's hands close over his wrists, fingers pressing over the vulnerable thud of his pulse, and the tension doesn't leave Bellamy's body, but he exhales slowly. The nearness is a comfort against the ragged-torn hole the Darkling's coma had created. His fingers twitch as the Darkling's lips find his temple. ]
I never wanted her to be here.
[ Which is both truth and lie: Bellamy had wanted Clarke here, and badly, the same way he longed for Octavia. But he knew they could not easily escape this place so he'd tried to pretend otherwise. Apparently, it had all been for nothing. ]
What did you say to her?
[ He must have said something. Bellamy's mind follows the question by winding in slowly; the way into the Darkling's mind hasn't changed, and the need to rattle an answer loose falls by the wayside as their minds connect. ]