Coralie Evans-Kane and Bellamy Blake. Iconic.
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"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...
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- 04 - - Sanctum -
"She didn't say a word all night, Bell."
Coralie sat with her back pressed to the headboard of the bed displayed in the middle of their assigned bedroom. It was above the bar that they had been previously locked in, all of their friends stationed in the other rooms just beside them. Coralie found pleasure in the various colors of the fabric and items spread about.
Aurora comfortably slept in the middle of the bed, the sheets swallowing a majority of her small body.
Bellamy emerged from the bathroom that was connected to their room, his muddy boots now slightly less muddy. He'd been trying to clean them for the past hour. It was the first time in a while that he was able to sit back and do something just for the hell of doing it.
"At least she's with us, now," he sighed, sitting at the foot of the bed and pulling the damp shoes on. Coralie cringed.
"Our six-year-old saw lunatics sever heads," she threw her head back in frustration. "What am I doing wrong as a parent besides everything?"
"Don't take it out on yourself," Bellamy shifted more towards her, placing his hand on her bare knee. "When you were pregnant, we made a decision. We knew our lives weren't the most content... or serene... or simple."
"Understatement of the century... Maybe we should've let her live her life out with Monty, Harper, and Jordan."
"We had no idea they didn't go to sleep with us."
"Still."
Bellamy sighs, glancing from Coralie to Aurora. "Why don't you head down and get some breakfast? I'll get Starshine up and ready."
"No," she shook her head. "It's fine, I-"
"Think I overheard someone talking about... cookies?"
Coralie's eyebrows jolted. He knew that it was on her list of foods to try one day, sick of the Ark's bland food and Monty's -may he rest his soul- disgusting algae.
"And not the bland ones we used to get on the Ark," Bellamy furthers his point.
Sliding out of the bed, she reached for her pants that sat on a chair in the corner. Bellamy only smirks, watching as she hastily buttoned her pants and pulled her boots on.
She glanced at the jacket, Wells' jacket, before deciding against wearing it. Her cami should do just fine being that it was warm the day before.
"See you in a bit?" Coralie walks towards Bellamy, using her hands to push strands of hair out of his face and behind his ears.
