Coralie Evans-Kane and Bellamy Blake. Iconic.
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"We're going to make it today, alright? We're going to make it no matter what happens. We've made it this far," he takes her hand into his own. "Promise me that you won't give up."
"Bell-"
"Promise m...
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- 07 - - Homesick -
Coralie let out a third heavy sigh of the hour. She leaned forward against the desk as her eyes stayed adamant to the screen before her.
She places her hands on her face with a heavy exhale. Her eyes began to grow hazy after watching the screen for so long and she was close to pulling her hair out. Her head tilts back to stretch the ticks in her neck just as the door to the equipment room opens.
"You're still here?" Harper's voice causes her to turn to face her.
Coralie merely hums, rolling her shoulders and turning back to the computer.
"Did you get any sleep?"
"I tried," she admits. "Couldn't really sleep knowing that my brother and best friends are all in enemy territory."
"Monty has some Jasmine," Harper mentions the plant they'd use in space when one couldn't get any sleep.
"I doubt it'd do me any good," Coralie shakes her head. "My anxiety only grows with every hour that passes. They should've gotten it done by now."
"They'll get it done," Harper assures her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I know."
Both of their heads turn when the door opens once more. Aurora rushes into the room with her stuffed animal in her hand, Bellamy in her tracks.
"Mommy, Harp-ah, look at my hair!" Aurora is instantly at her mother's side, beaming up at her.
Coralie's eyebrows rise at the sight of the new style her daughter was sporting. Her dark brown hair was let down, something she was never a fan of in space. She detested the feeling of her hair falling into her face and usually stuck to braids or tails.
"It's down," Harper realizes. "That's different."
"Look, Dad put some braids in," Aurora bounced on her heels. "Like Madi's."
Coralie glances to Bellamy, the two sharing a small look as he walks towards them, lifting the young girl into his arms.
"Wow," Coralie expresses with a growing smile. "You look beautiful, 'Rora."
The child grins, wrapping a single arm around her father's neck and holding her bunny close to her chest with the other.
"I woke up and you were gone," Bellamy kisses Coralie's temple. In space, he was used to waking up beside her every day.
