I am. [ he says it with a straight face, peering down at her with a tone that should suggest he can't be refuted for it's a fact. bellamy knows he's not the best sleeper on the ark. it's grown worse over the months, from the days he'd been able to fall into a deep sleep before the stars had fallen down around him with raven in tow to the very weeks where he'd awaken at the sound of a twig snapping beneath a boot. ]
[ he's not sleeping beauty personified, but sometimes bellamy wants to fool all those around him that he is. mount weather is as distant as the mountain itself from him. there's no way a mountain can burrow beneath his skin. even though atlas sometimes is spoken of as merging with his, bellamy knows he's no titan. and he's not a sleeping princess, either, even though he sometimes wishes he could sleep for days and weeks on end without interruption as the world waits for the prince to see the frost and even the death pervading it disappear. ]
[ he smiles, though, breaking his own attempt to feign seriousness. ] I don't need anyone to kiss me awake, though. I've got you snoring instead.
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[ he's not sleeping beauty personified, but sometimes bellamy wants to fool all those around him that he is. mount weather is as distant as the mountain itself from him. there's no way a mountain can burrow beneath his skin. even though atlas sometimes is spoken of as merging with his, bellamy knows he's no titan. and he's not a sleeping princess, either, even though he sometimes wishes he could sleep for days and weeks on end without interruption as the world waits for the prince to see the frost and even the death pervading it disappear. ]
[ he smiles, though, breaking his own attempt to feign seriousness. ] I don't need anyone to kiss me awake, though. I've got you snoring instead.