Surrendering Sanity

Turning Weakness To Strength

She was gone by the time he woke the next morning. Bellamy knowing this the moment consciousness had struck. The bed still warm in the place she'd been. But otherwise cold and empty. That presence that soothed his soul, missing.

Casey had gotten what she wanted. He shouldn't have expected her to stay. Yet he had. Frustrated disappointment weighing his chest as the man pulled himself slowly from bed. Looking around for any signs of her visit.

There was none. Only the lingering smell of her, salt and pine, floating in the air. On his skin.

Scowling the man ran a hand through his tangled and slightly matted hair. Sex mused. There lovemaking last night still lingering in his muscles. The pained ache from days of labor fading away at that drained relaxed feel. His body fully satisfied.

But his heart was anything but. It swirling like a tormented whirlwind.

If she'd told Octavia about them as she'd claimed. Why hadn't Casey stayed? Or at least woke him if she needed to leave? And why did her absence bother him so deeply?

It was all bullshit.

Bellamy Blake already irritably agitated as he emerged from his tent. Fully intending to find the little brunette that was playing with his emotions and give her a firm scolding. A hard fuck. Then a long talking to.

In that order.

It was time Casey Kane understood his standing on things. And right now that was the fact she wouldn't be sleeping anywhere else but beside him from now on. And she wasn't to leave without waking him.

After they covered this, well, he guessed they'd just go from there.

A relationship the last thing either of them needing to focus on at the moment. But damn if they didn't have to. Bellamy couldn't handle this shit any longer.

***

She arrived to an empty tent.

Casey fighting her disappointment as she gave a small shrug. Laying the cup of water and small pouch of nuts on the table in the room. The woman having wanted to wake him with breakfast. Alas, she had lingered and talked with her boys and O to long.

So she left it there for him per return.

Wanting nothing more than to discuss things with Bellamy, but seeing as he wasn't here, she would have to wait. There safety, however, could not.

Still, they seemed to be at a better place. She had confessed she needed him, the man telling her she had him. That was the closest think to a agreed apon relationship Casey needed. It sounding absolutely juvenile in her head to ask him to be her 'boyfriend'.

The emotions she felt towards the older Blake not properly being expressed by that word.

So she took comfort in that wonderful moment he'd given her. A smile to her lips for no particular reason for the first time in what felt like ages. The woman content to working her ass off. Wanting to contribute with some good hard physical labor of her own.

And her goals looked achievable. For the first two hours. Then her hand had gone completely useless.

The weight in her grip nothing but tingling pressure and her inability to grab onto things properly causing her to drop something twice now.

Miller approached to suggest she take a break as the brunette paused to aggressively shake that dead hand at her side. Silently willing life back to it.

Recognizing her uselessness for what it was Casey had grudgingly agreed. Leaving from there with lower spirits then when she had arrived.

Settling herself on a rock with a scowl. The woman had slowly removed the hide rapping she had over that festering wound to look at it closely. Glaring down at the healing and still raw pink flesh with hate. The color being what one would relatively call 'good' especially considering what it had originally looked like.