Kalopsia, Bellamy Blake

025 oath of love

"How'd it go? What did he say? What did you say? What did Clarke do? Did he think that-"

"Dakota." Bellamy cut her off, staring at her with a slightly awe-struck look. All it took was the wide smile- the most genuine one she had seen her whole time of knowing him- on his face for her to understand what had happened.

He'd been pardoned.

With an elated laugh full of relief, Dakota threw herself at Bellamy; wholeheartedly wrapping her arms around him and unintentionally yanking his head down a little from her shorter height, despite rising up to her tippy-toes. He staggered backward at the unexpected bear hug, holding his arms unsurely out to the side while she clung onto him. After a lengthy beat, he melted into her embrace, clasping his muscular arms around her lower back tightly; finding it easier to simply lift her from the ground and let her feet dangle as opposed to hunch awkwardly over her, making her laugh again.

He held her like that for a long moment, the weight of the world being lifted off of his shoulders at his new absolution from everything that had happened among the stars. He was pardoned, he was on the ground, and- despite the current and painful strain on their relationship- he had his sister. And now he had Dakota too, Clarke, even; he had assault rifles.
Maybe the Thompson girl had been right all along. Maybe she should be taken more seriously when she swears things will always work out; everything might just be okay as she'd always so confidently declared.

Finally he lowered her back down, her hands naturally sliding from his shoulders onto his chest; his finding themselves resting on her waist. The gigantic beams already formed on their bright faces suddenly faded away, his shadow looming over her soft features in their close proximity. A strong desire for something neither of them quite knew the place of became nearly tangible between them; swirling dreamily and urging them to pull the other closer. Dakota's eyes inadvertently flickered down to his lips, a dazed look glazing over Bellamy's brown irises as he unthinkingly clutched a little tighter to her.

After a moment, when their breathing had begun to grow oddly heavier, they both seemed to come barreling out of the abrupt haze that had been cast over them; awkwardly clearing their throats and pushing off of each other. Luckily, the embarrassment didn't last long; the wide grins returning to their faces. The circumstances were just too joyous to let a weird- obviously not going to be discussed- moment interrupt.

"Yes!" she exhaled enthusiastically, swinging her fist triumphantly downwards; a habit she had subliminally picked up from Monty, the boy never failing to do this upon achievement and success.

"You're looking at a free man." Bellamy extended his arms out to the side happily, such unadulterated relief on his usually hard features; feeling light as a feather in the moment.

"And I'm looking at someone who has... 6 braids in their hair." he counted, the uneven plaits sticking unevenly out from all over her head.

"You were nervous?"

"A little." she admitted with a small smile and shrug; unable to help but find it sweet that he had, at some point, picked up on her nervous habit.

"The Dakota Thompson was worried about me?" he placed a joking hand on his chest with bright eyes, the girl's grin widening as she giggled.

"If me and Clarke didn't worry about you on a daily basis, you'd probably be dead. How many times have we swooped in and saved you, now?" she pressed teasingly, cheekily twisting her lips to the side and tapping on her chin with her index finger in mock thought. He dipped his head downward and chuckled, something she had noticed over time he did when he laughed; soon looking back up to her.