( being hauled bodily into the room doesn't feel particularly called for. clarke had frozen with her hands to her face when murphy had snapped at her, but offered no resistance when he made to drag her over the threshold. it was probably for the best considering her legs felt like weights. there's a flicker of understanding; right, the mission and their disguises. but no chance to apologize ) Hey — ( he's slipping past her and closing the door behind him.
and that's a little off putting; even if they weren't close, there was a part of her genuinely relieved to see him too. but with no further need to split her attention, clarke can focus entirely on bellamy blake, who is touching her face with an almost absurd amount of reverence; gently and carefully undoing the remains of her veil in a way that reminds her of the destroyed subway cave. there's no gag between her teeth this time, but it's still a little difficult to muster words. )
You have no idea how happy I am to see you.
( and yes, she's happy — relieved and encouraged, suddenly not so alone and having found a familiar face that at least seemed to have a better idea of what they were doing. but there's that heavy guilt that will always prevail above all else, sneaking up on her to bitter the mood and drag that ecstatic, genuine smile from her lips. she'd failed, and it was important that he knew, even if there was nothing they could do this far away. )
Bellamy, I couldn't do it. I couldn't get to the kill switch.
( at the forefront of her mind are those last few clear memories of home. well, not home. the city of light. tall grey wash buildings, sleek windows, rain on concrete. the ground trembling and splitting, the urge to run, and the stranger who'd pulled her upright, then uprooted her from her mission. )
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and that's a little off putting; even if they weren't close, there was a part of her genuinely relieved to see him too. but with no further need to split her attention, clarke can focus entirely on bellamy blake, who is touching her face with an almost absurd amount of reverence; gently and carefully undoing the remains of her veil in a way that reminds her of the destroyed subway cave. there's no gag between her teeth this time, but it's still a little difficult to muster words. )
You have no idea how happy I am to see you.
( and yes, she's happy — relieved and encouraged, suddenly not so alone and having found a familiar face that at least seemed to have a better idea of what they were doing. but there's that heavy guilt that will always prevail above all else, sneaking up on her to bitter the mood and drag that ecstatic, genuine smile from her lips. she'd failed, and it was important that he knew, even if there was nothing they could do this far away. )
Bellamy, I couldn't do it. I couldn't get to the kill switch.
( at the forefront of her mind are those last few clear memories of home. well, not home. the city of light. tall grey wash buildings, sleek windows, rain on concrete. the ground trembling and splitting, the urge to run, and the stranger who'd pulled her upright, then uprooted her from her mission. )