WHO: Clarke & Bellamy and Clarke & Lexa (which is very different from Clarke & Bellamy & Lexa) WHAT: Touch bases not faces WHEN: Earlier this month WHERE: Skyhold NOTES: If anyone else wants to do a thing feel free to drop that thing on me!
[It wouldn't be life if things didn't happen one after another after another in quick succession, before anyone has any real time to weigh and meditate and think on them. That's time for you. It's always reacting, never relaxing.
It's not hard to find Clarke because their camps have drifted into a single camp, now that they've got Dally to look after. That's as it should be. Bellamy appreciates the company, not that he'd say it. He also appreciates how easy it is to find Clarke. All he has to do is come down to their camp and find her beside the late morning fire, scratching down some lines in charcoal in a leather-bound journal, brow pinched and mouth drawn in concentration.
Dally jumps to her feet as Bellamy and Hector come in to the camp proper. The dog greets him with a joyful yap, bounds a few steps toward them before turning to bound right back to Clarke again. Bellamy smiles, briefly and in passing, as he skirts to the other side of the fire.]
Lexa wants us to become a hold.
[No preamble. He drops Hector's reins beside a large rock over on that end of camp, and starts the work of unsaddling the horse.]
[ Sharing a campsite means Bellamy's arrival is nothing worth raising her head over. She knows the sound of his gait and his horse, and Dally's reaction, in her peripheral vision, would confirm it if she didn't. She shades in another tent -- a sketch of the valley, the shakes and tents crawling up the slopes surrounding the river, the fortress a shadow in the background -- and gets halfway through a second before Bellamy speaks and she stops, slowly, the tent turning gray instead of black where she gradually lets up the pressure. ]
[He shoots her a look over his shoulder, grim and amused as he eases the bridle up over Hector's head, careful around the ears. Lexa asked him. Can you believe it.]
Think that means you're the unreasonable one now. How's it feel?
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It's not hard to find Clarke because their camps have drifted into a single camp, now that they've got Dally to look after. That's as it should be. Bellamy appreciates the company, not that he'd say it. He also appreciates how easy it is to find Clarke. All he has to do is come down to their camp and find her beside the late morning fire, scratching down some lines in charcoal in a leather-bound journal, brow pinched and mouth drawn in concentration.
Dally jumps to her feet as Bellamy and Hector come in to the camp proper. The dog greets him with a joyful yap, bounds a few steps toward them before turning to bound right back to Clarke again. Bellamy smiles, briefly and in passing, as he skirts to the other side of the fire.]
Lexa wants us to become a hold.
[No preamble. He drops Hector's reins beside a large rock over on that end of camp, and starts the work of unsaddling the horse.]
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A hold?
[ A beat. ]
She asked you?
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[He shoots her a look over his shoulder, grim and amused as he eases the bridle up over Hector's head, careful around the ears. Lexa asked him. Can you believe it.]
Think that means you're the unreasonable one now. How's it feel?