7 Mar 2022

jennickels: (100: bellamy)

Chapter Fifty-One - This Is Not a Drill

It’s been three days since they fixed the transformer and closed the doors. Two days since Kane made the official announcement at dinner that the Grounders would be temporarily moving to the Arkadian side of the station. Two days since you’d think the world had already ended the way people were acting.

Bellamy sips tea in the Mess Hall with Clarke and their other friends watching what can only be described as organized chaos. Light on the organization. Part of him thinks he should go help, but he’s off duty at the moment. And just really tired of all the bullshit. Half the room has been stacked to the ceiling with crates, while the other half has the tables being broken down. They need the space as a refugee camp—meals will be eaten in quarters after today. It’s their last little taste of freedom.

Anxiety is high. Tensions are so taught, the barely-maintained peace might snap at any second. Bellamy continues to sip his tea, focusing on the feel of Clarke’s hand gently massaging his knee in comfort. Across the room, Nicole smiles at him as she tries to gather a group of children together for storytime. Is it Wednesday already? It’s been a week since Heaven sat in that circle listening to the story, making friends, just being a kid.

“You okay?” Clarke whispers while their friends laugh at something, completely oblivious to his anguish.

“Yeah, I just need to go talk to someone. See you after work?”

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