❛ the ground. that's the dream. ❜
On the list 𝘓𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘑𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘱 𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘖𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦, getting arrested is definitely up there. But, hey! At least there's a silver lining ━━ getting shoved into a drops...
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BELLAMY HATES HATS. He hates Mount Weather. And he's starting to hate air vents. Not necessarily in that order.
Caged by thick metal on all four sides, Bellamy is forced onto his hands and knees as he trudges through Mount Weather's air vents. Water vapor from the freezing air counts to his hair, translucent beads of condensation speckling his bronze skin like hundreds of miniaturized pearls. The ice seems to chew straight through his bone marrow. Hunched over in the pale fog, he struggles to inch his head upwards, to peer into the outstretched gloomy passage and beyond. The steel box stretches on and on, iron-thick soundlessness surrounding him. Resonating, rippling oblivion, as if all the noise has been drained from the world. An endless hollowed out void looms ahead of him, sticky with shadows. He has no other choice but to crawl forwards.
But, on the plus side, there is no chance of anyone seeing him here. That means he doesn't have to wear that ridiculous hat anymore.
Raven's crackling voice echoes through his earpiece. "OK. So tell us where you're at now."
"I'm at an intersection," he says gruffly, the thud of his heart amplified by the steely cage. He wonders if this is what living in the Skybox had been like. "Which way?"
A beat of crushing silence. She must be relaying his answer to Clarke. He feels restless.
"Shouldn't Lyra be doing this?" He asks them impatiently. "She's the only one whose ever been in these vents."
Clarke's response is quick, her placating voice cutting through the heavy static. "I already told you, she's at Tondc to explain the tone generators to the Grounders."
"Right," he mutters.
He doesn't like to think that Lyra would essentially abandon him to struggle in Mount Weather alone, but he supposes that it at least makes sense. She's pretty much the only person from the Ark who trusts the Grounders. Besides Octavia, of course, but while his little sister is many things, a peacemaker isn't one of them.
"OK," he continues listlessly. "What now?"
"We think you're close. The lab should be up ahead."
