[ he thinks to say yes. bellamy's never been afraid to chase after what he wants, often leaving a trail of uprooted dirt and even bruised and lost people in his wake. he's always been aggressive, doing what's best for o — and for the camp — but when it comes to himself, he's either too rough and sharp, taking the wristbands off of kids with lies and manipulation, or he's too soft and hesitant. ]
[ with her cluing in, he finds that he falls somewhere in between. touching raven, even with a stupid game in place, has always been something he's done without thought. touching her leg he's seen barely be able to carry her has always been something he's done without asking her for the go-ahead. but bellamy finds he purses his lips and shakes his head. ] Just looking.
[ leaning forward, bellamy tries not to smile when he acknowledges he's about to brush his nose purposefully against her own. once he does, he kisses it, then her cheek. ] Aren't you playing? [ he moves to the other side of her face, lips brushing against the apple of her other cheek. ] This was your idea.
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[ with her cluing in, he finds that he falls somewhere in between. touching raven, even with a stupid game in place, has always been something he's done without thought. touching her leg he's seen barely be able to carry her has always been something he's done without asking her for the go-ahead. but bellamy finds he purses his lips and shakes his head. ] Just looking.
[ leaning forward, bellamy tries not to smile when he acknowledges he's about to brush his nose purposefully against her own. once he does, he kisses it, then her cheek. ] Aren't you playing? [ he moves to the other side of her face, lips brushing against the apple of her other cheek. ] This was your idea.