Coralie Evans-Kane and Bellamy Blake. Iconic.
*
"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...
Disclaimer: I (sadly) don't own The 100, which was created by J*son Rothenberg. - - - -
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
- 07 - - Pest -
Coralie walked around the camp, looking for the young blonde that had to be somewhere around. By then, most of the camp was sleeping, but she hadn't seen Charlotte anywhere.
Monty, Jasper, Finn, Octavia and Clarke were all asleep. She had let Ovtavia sleep in her and Wells's tent because she knew he was on watch for the night. But she woke up when Finn accidentally kicked her and couldn't go back to sleep soon. When she left the drop ship, she spat on his shirt, and would do the pleasure of making him aware the next day.
Figuring that Charlotte is asleep somewhere, she decided to just sit by the fire which was thankfully empty. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard somebody walking beside her and taking a seat.
She looked up and saw Bellamy, playing with the bullet-less gun in his hands.
"Geesh," Coralie huffed, sick of him always appearing out of thin air. He rolls his eyes and turns to her slowly.
He exhales out his nose as if chuckling and the two are left in silence, Coralie observing the smoke that still rises from the fire that was put out not too long ago, and Bellamy flipping the unthreatening gun in his hands.
"Is that the gun Wells killed the panther with?" She asks him, not turning her face as she keeps her eyes set in front of her.
"Uh, yeah," he mumbles.
"Oh, good. I thought you had lost your memory when you told the camp a whole different version," she nods.
"Everything I do is to be a good leader, gaining respect. You know that, right?" He looks at her, and she saw him staring at her through the corner of her eye.
"Yeah, yeah," she sighs, shrugging. She begins to grow uncomfortable under his stare which he still hasn't moved away from her. "Why are you even out here? Don't you have some hoeing around to do?"
He raised his eyebrows, moving his back a few millimeters.
"Hoeing around?" He repeats her. "More like pleasuring myself and them."
"Yeah, and I'm an idiot," she scoffs.
"Now you get it," he nudges her shoulder with his own.
"You know what you are?" She starts. "A cocky ass-hole." Bellamy genuinely chuckles at this, placing his hands on his knees and bending his head down for a few seconds before picking it up again.
