[ Intimate is the right word. There can't be any other way to describe how close broods are. Before Angel had taught him, his mind had been open completely to them; Bellamy had felt every passage of thought and emotion between them. He still can now. The Darkling's fingers on his jaw shake loose the last of his guards. They settle into each other the way they had after the failed infiltration on Concorida, when the Darkling had come to him and shown him more of his past than Bellamy was sure he'd meant to offer. ]
I don't know.
[ What Bellamy would have wanted the Darkling to tell her is likely very different from what had been said. His hand finds the front of the Darkling's robe and tangles there, holding him in place as much as steadying himself. ]
We'll teach her to close her mind.
[ By "we" Bellamy really means Lexa, who has managed better than Bellamy ever will. ]
no subject
I don't know.
[ What Bellamy would have wanted the Darkling to tell her is likely very different from what had been said. His hand finds the front of the Darkling's robe and tangles there, holding him in place as much as steadying himself. ]
We'll teach her to close her mind.
[ By "we" Bellamy really means Lexa, who has managed better than Bellamy ever will. ]