「 ✦ Bambi- Bellamy Blake ✦ 」

Cafuné

running your fingers through your lover's hair

Athena's heart clenched with fear as she watched Octavia rush to her brother's side, the urgency in her movements mirroring the panic that threatened to consume them all. 

With a shared understanding, Athena and Octavia worked in tandem, gently rolling Bellamy onto his side as they realized the severity of his condition.

As Bellamy began to cough up blood, Athena's hands shook with a mixture of fear and helplessness. She knew there was little she could do in that moment, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her friend in pain.

Octavia's reassurances to her brother echoed in the cramped confines of the dropship, the words a desperate attempt to calm both him and herself. 

With a heavy heart, Athena knelt beside Bellamy, her mind racing with worry as she watched him struggle.

"I'll go get a cloth," Octavia's voice broke through the chaos, her words filled with determination as she hurried away. Athena nodded in silent gratitude, her gaze never leaving Bellamy's pale and sweat-drenched face.

Athena's heart ached as she looked down at Bellamy, his face streaked with blood, his breathing labored. "Sorry," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as she lifted his head to offer him water. 

Clarke's words about the importance of hydration echoed in her mind, and she made sure to give him small sips, hoping it would provide some relief.

As she ran her fingers through his hair, she felt a pang of guilt and helplessness. She wanted nothing more than to ease his suffering, to make him better. "You'll feel better soon. I promise," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation.

Octavia returned, taking over the task of cleaning her brother's face with the washing cloth. Athena hesitated, feeling like she should give them some privacy, but Bellamy's light grip on her hand stopped her in her tracks.

Without a word, she settled back into her spot, her hand intertwined with Bellamy's, a silent gesture of support and solidarity. 

As Bellamy drifted off to sleep, his breathing gradually evening out, Athena and Octavia remained by his side, a silent vigil against the encroaching darkness.

They didn't speak, but the bond between them spoke volumes. 

As Athena sat beside Bellamy, she could feel the faint warmth of his hand against hers, a reassuring presence in the midst of uncertainty. 

Her grip was gentle yet firm, her fingers entwined with his as she traced the lines of his palm with her thumb, a silent gesture of comfort and reassurance.

Octavia eventually rose to leave, citing some task that required her attention. Athena nodded understandingly, assuring her friend that she could take care of Bellamy in her absence. With a grateful smile, Octavia left the dropship, leaving Athena alone with Bellamy.

As Athena sat there, her heart a fluttering bird within her chest, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Bellamy's peaceful form. 

With a hesitant tenderness, she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against the soft curls that adorned his forehead. Each strand was like silk beneath her touch, a testament to the gentle care he bestowed upon himself even in his slumber.

As she continued to stroke his hair, Athena felt a warmth bloom within her chest, spreading like wildfire through her veins. It was a feeling she couldn't quite name, a mixture of longing and affection that danced on the edges of her consciousness.

She watched him intently, drinking in the serene expression that graced his features in sleep. His lashes fluttered ever so slightly, as if he could sense her presence even in his dreams. 

And in that moment, she realized with a start that her feelings for him ran deeper than mere friendship.

His eyelids fluttered, then slowly lifted, revealing the depths of his eyes as they met hers with a mixture of confusion and sleepiness.

Caught off guard, Athena's hand froze mid-motion, hovering uncertainly above his tousled locks. She watched, breath caught in her throat, as awareness dawned in his gaze, dispersing the remnants of sleep that clouded his mind.

Their eyes locked, a silent exchange passing between them—a moment suspended in time, teetering on the precipice of something unspoken yet palpable. In that fleeting instant, Athena felt exposed, as if Bellamy could see straight through the walls she had carefully constructed around her heart.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved, the air thick with anticipation. Then, with a small, sheepish smile, Bellamy broke the silence, his voice a gentle rasp as he greeted her.

"Athena," he murmured, his words a soft caress against the quiet of the room. And in that simple utterance, she felt a flutter in her chest, a rush of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

Athena withdrew her hand, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught in such an intimate moment. 

 "How are you feeling?" she asked, her words carrying a weight of genuine concern.

She watched him closely, searching his face for any signs of discomfort or pain, her own emotions a tumultuous sea roiling beneath the surface. The room seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a fragile moment of anticipation as they waited for his response.

Bellamy shifted slightly, his expression betraying a mixture of exhaustion and discomfort as he met her gaze. "I've been better," he admitted with a weary smile, his voice hoarse from the strain of illness.

Athena nodded understandingly, her heart aching at the sight of him in such a vulnerable state. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she offered, her voice gentle yet earnest.

Bellamy's eyes softened at her words, gratitude shining in their depths. 

"Just having you here is enough" 

25/5/24

who else is giggling and kicking their legs