[ bellamy groans, frowning, but refuses to open his eyes. nike's a pain in the ass, a dog that he enjoys most of the time, but one who doesn't seem to understand boundaries. he vaguely remembers raven comparing her to octavia, and it's within moments like these he thinks she had been right. never letting him sleep, always poking at him, always wanting his attention — it'd been cute, in the beginning, and still is, at times, but bellamy likes his sleep a hell of a lot more than he likes anything else. a dog who can't be bothered to bother her brother is a dog he doesn't want on his bed in the early hours of the morning. ]
[ like zelo, bellamy just wants to sleep. his arm remains around her as she moves about in response to nike, but he doesn't so much as try to defend her. raven's never needed him to save her, from grounders, a gunshot, or even a dog, and he's not about to start rescuing her like she's a princess in need of a knight. ]
[ instead, bellamy begins to shift beneath her. loudly, he says, words still slightly slurred, ] Eat her. [ and he turns onto his side, back to her, as he keeps his eyes closed. he does blindly search for her arm behind him to at least feel her wrist between his fingers. his grumpiness remains as a nice, thin blanket for him to curl under. ]
in the name of vegemite.
[ like zelo, bellamy just wants to sleep. his arm remains around her as she moves about in response to nike, but he doesn't so much as try to defend her. raven's never needed him to save her, from grounders, a gunshot, or even a dog, and he's not about to start rescuing her like she's a princess in need of a knight. ]
[ instead, bellamy begins to shift beneath her. loudly, he says, words still slightly slurred, ] Eat her. [ and he turns onto his side, back to her, as he keeps his eyes closed. he does blindly search for her arm behind him to at least feel her wrist between his fingers. his grumpiness remains as a nice, thin blanket for him to curl under. ]