[ he should probably go see the medical practitioner, but every time bellamy's had an issue, he's always gone to the mechanic instead. he's about to scrunch up his face in agreement, but she leans in toward him instead, halting his movements and even his own response as he waits. ]
[ he's always been able to predict the movement of someone else by leaning upon the stories mom used to tell him. it was easy to recognise a her wanting to be like heracles, as he predicted kane would lean upon another, like heracles had atlas, in order to steal a golden apple. but the love stories he'd been told hadn't quite prepared him for anything — there's the epics, between eros and psyche, hades and persephone, and the incredible tragedies, like helen of troy and paris, but none of those stories ever encompass friends straddling a line he knows he's fearful of overstepping. ]
[ sometimes bellamy tricks himself into thinking there are many people in his corner before he remembers there's only two who have never quite stopped believing in him. he's already experienced ruining his relationship with o, regardless of how temporary it had been; he doesn't want to trip and scrape his knee when it comes to raven. ]
[ when she kisses him, bellamy remains still, but his hand moves to her back to press his palm between her shoulder blades. he thinks to speak when she pulls away, but despite having the words to inspire a crowd of dejected delinquents, he doesn't know what he'd say at all. ]
[ a part of him is grateful she doesn't give him that chance. ]
[ his other hand moves to touch her face lightly, before he cradles her cheek in the palm of his hand. shifting his body closer to her, bellamy opens his mouth beneath hers, thinking perhaps holding her closer is going to rid him of his ailment of forgetting too much and remembering too little. pushing her away has never achieved anything. ]
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[ he's always been able to predict the movement of someone else by leaning upon the stories mom used to tell him. it was easy to recognise a her wanting to be like heracles, as he predicted kane would lean upon another, like heracles had atlas, in order to steal a golden apple. but the love stories he'd been told hadn't quite prepared him for anything — there's the epics, between eros and psyche, hades and persephone, and the incredible tragedies, like helen of troy and paris, but none of those stories ever encompass friends straddling a line he knows he's fearful of overstepping. ]
[ sometimes bellamy tricks himself into thinking there are many people in his corner before he remembers there's only two who have never quite stopped believing in him. he's already experienced ruining his relationship with o, regardless of how temporary it had been; he doesn't want to trip and scrape his knee when it comes to raven. ]
[ when she kisses him, bellamy remains still, but his hand moves to her back to press his palm between her shoulder blades. he thinks to speak when she pulls away, but despite having the words to inspire a crowd of dejected delinquents, he doesn't know what he'd say at all. ]
[ a part of him is grateful she doesn't give him that chance. ]
[ his other hand moves to touch her face lightly, before he cradles her cheek in the palm of his hand. shifting his body closer to her, bellamy opens his mouth beneath hers, thinking perhaps holding her closer is going to rid him of his ailment of forgetting too much and remembering too little. pushing her away has never achieved anything. ]