[ it's always awkward acknowledging there's been a gap of time — he knows it better than anyone, having missed a year of octavia's life when she'd been in the skybox. though he knows it to be his own fault, regardless of what she may say if she's ever privy to it, seeing her again on the drop ship had been like being barrelled over by the minotaur. with roxy, it isn't the same — nothing will be, not when it comes to octavia — but it still feels like acknowledging the time she's been gone is a sore spot. she'd been one of his first friends in eudio, the first friend he had lost, and the first person to try and give him a semblance of normalcy in the shape of the large golden retriever sniffing the back of diana's head. ]
[ he doesn't push nike away when he cards his fingers through the fur on her shoulder. her nose is wet against his hand, a brief touch, before she's back to sniffing diana, as if wanting to memorise her scent or to catch a faint one of whether or not she's a dog to be worried for. his hand remains in diana's fur as he looks down at himself. ] Going for Adonis. [ he shrugs a bare shoulder. with one last, hard scratch behind diana's ear, he stands. ] Guess I could be anyone. [ the laurel wreath had been lost within seconds of him even entering the party. to bellamy, he's just a guy dressed in a curtain. ]
[ looking her over, he realises she hasn't changed — aside from the bruise on her left cheek. eudio hasn't changed bellamy much, aside from seeing him relax a little more, less restrained and suspicious — and it's why he lifts his hand to brush his fingers gently against the slope of her cheek with a slight furrow to his brows. his voice is much lower, ] Don't remember this.
DOG fur.
[ he doesn't push nike away when he cards his fingers through the fur on her shoulder. her nose is wet against his hand, a brief touch, before she's back to sniffing diana, as if wanting to memorise her scent or to catch a faint one of whether or not she's a dog to be worried for. his hand remains in diana's fur as he looks down at himself. ] Going for Adonis. [ he shrugs a bare shoulder. with one last, hard scratch behind diana's ear, he stands. ] Guess I could be anyone. [ the laurel wreath had been lost within seconds of him even entering the party. to bellamy, he's just a guy dressed in a curtain. ]
[ looking her over, he realises she hasn't changed — aside from the bruise on her left cheek. eudio hasn't changed bellamy much, aside from seeing him relax a little more, less restrained and suspicious — and it's why he lifts his hand to brush his fingers gently against the slope of her cheek with a slight furrow to his brows. his voice is much lower, ] Don't remember this.