Surrendering Sanity

Whatever The Hell We Want

Bellamy had returned to his tent to find it empty. The only sign Casey had been there at all was her jacket that still sat on his bed, forgotten. It was getting rather cold now that the sun was down and she would be needing it soon.

Grabbing said item Bellamy went on the hunt for the small brunette. It giving him the perfect excuse to see her. Eventually convincing himself it was hopefully to keep her distracted. The last thing he needed was her finding out the plan he had set in motion.

Bellamy had hoped she would sleep the night through. That way there could of been nothing she could do until it was to late. All wristbands burnt and his position secured.

Wells had already been taken care of. It being good that Clarke and even regretfully Octavia was gone. Tonight had been his only window. And Casey could easily ruin it all. Somehow Bellamy just knew she wouldn't approve.

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"Who did this to you?"

Casey's touch was feather light as she brushed her fingertips over Wells busted lip. Half his jaw tinted a purplish blue.

"Who do you think." Casting her a concerned look the dark man covered her hand with his. "He's dangerous Casey. You need to be careful."

"Murphy's a jackass but I can handle him."

Wells shook his head with a frown holding her gaze as he attempted to protray the seriousness he felt into his words.

"Not just him but -"

"Casey."

At the sound of Bellamy's voice Wells mouth snapped closed. His jaw clenching as he leveled his dark gaze on the man. At the sound of her name the brunettes head had rose from its perch, her hand dropping to her side as she flashed Bellamy a teasing smile.

"So you do know my name!"

"Of course I do. Mine just fits you better."

The tension between the two males was heavy. Despite the playfulness to his tone Bellamy's eyes never left Wells. The peacock pose in full affect as even the man at her side stiffened.

Somehow, however, Casey seemed oblivious to it. Her playful smile present even as she rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"What do you need? Bellamy."

The starring contest ended as the addressed man glanced down to the item in his hands. It didn't take Casey but a moment to recognize it. Her jacket. He had brought her jacket to her. The gesture had her chest tightening. Though a small simple thing it meant a great deal to the brunette.

"I figured you would need this."

Rising from her seat the small woman approuched him without hesitation. The displeasure evident on Wells face as he watched her go. Bellamy met Casey halfway, the smirk he gave her gentle. The mask slipping free long enough to make her heartbeat quicken.

"Thanks."

Bellamy simply shrugged in answer. Casey's attention being pulled back to camp as a particularly loud chorus of shouts started. Pulling the jacket over her frame ocean eyes glanced between the two men.

"If all three of us are out here their probably killing each other."

Wells seemed concerned also, his dark brows knitting as he focused towards camp. A quick shout of pain barely audible over the crowd. But Casey heard it. Trepidation filling her. Thresomes gone wrong could easily turned into a murder scinario.

"We should probably go check actually. Things are already crazy."

Nodding in agreement Wells moved closer. A brief conversation seeming to happen between the two men as they faced off. Both taking up position to stare into the others eyes. It was Bellamy who answered, his tone almost dismissive.