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bellamy blake. ([personal profile] deployed) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-08-31 03:32 am (UTC)

[ This is what Bellamy has been trying to avoid feeling. Angel's contentment and satisfaction, the purity of her happiness, it's overwhelming. Bellamy holds his breath, savoring it unthinkingly. He hasn't felt anything like this in his entire life. Happiness always came with a price, with an edge of danger, even when he was just a kid. Knowing Angel feels this makes it hard to condemn anything, and he feels himself leaning in towards her until his forehead is pressed to hers.

She's not Octavia. For a moment, that fact is hard to remember. Bellamy has cared for so few people's happiness like this. Momentarily, it all blurs together. The sensation of that first breath and the feeling of rain mixing with the memory of Octavia's joy as she spun to face him in the open air of Earth. Surely this was the same exhilaration. Bellamy's happiness had been muted by the memory of gunfire and blood, but he'd seen this on Octavia's face. But it wasn't—

Angel's not Octavia. Bellamy's eyes open, mind humming, reminding himself. ]


( I'm glad, ) [ He admits, because whatever his own struggle to accept this place as his home, he finds the same pleasure in her happiness as he had in Octavia's. ] ( I didn't know it could feel like that. )

[ Being here, or just being happy in general. Probably both. ]

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