[She's been going insane, close to climbing up the walls (what a joke that is) with cabin fever, all locked up inside her workshop; how easily the Chancellor falls in and out of acting like a concerned mother around Raven, kind of like her own mother did, once. She's gotten really good at ignoring the twinges of longing that run through her every time Abby remembers she liked Raven once, enough to pretend to care. (Some slaps sting forever, and Raven's not stupid to not know that the moment Clarke comes back everyone will go back to kneeling at her precious flawless feet.) She doesn't get her hopes up there, and thus nobody disappoints her.
Bellamy ruins those plans, but the chance to stretch her legs and go on an actual walk is so grand that she doesn't even care. Her hopes get raised, and when they set out to leave that day, she couldn't be happier.
The downpour catching them in the forest (because what else is there to walk through, really?) doesn't even bother her. So she's soaked to the bone, but it's unlikely she'll catch a cold, if she can withstand fucking radiation. It's just cumbersome, but she can easily ignore it, tip her head back and feel the raindrops pelt down her face. Like small kisses, like tiny touches that don't sting or hurt.
She hasn't been in the rain until right now, and of course she likes it, mud on her boots and all.
Bellamy's in full protective mode, and she can see him growing grumpier and wonders if he notices that she hasn't stopped smiling.]
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Bellamy ruins those plans, but the chance to stretch her legs and go on an actual walk is so grand that she doesn't even care. Her hopes get raised, and when they set out to leave that day, she couldn't be happier.
The downpour catching them in the forest (because what else is there to walk through, really?) doesn't even bother her. So she's soaked to the bone, but it's unlikely she'll catch a cold, if she can withstand fucking radiation. It's just cumbersome, but she can easily ignore it, tip her head back and feel the raindrops pelt down her face. Like small kisses, like tiny touches that don't sting or hurt.
She hasn't been in the rain until right now, and of course she likes it, mud on her boots and all.
Bellamy's in full protective mode, and she can see him growing grumpier and wonders if he notices that she hasn't stopped smiling.]
I stopped doing that ten minutes after I met him.