Hi guys.
Here is another short Bellarke drabble.
This drabble is part of a project I've decided to do. Every increment of followers I get over on Twitter, I'm challenging myself to write a fic that is exactly that number of words in length. Last week, I hit 200 followers, so I wrote a fic that is exactly 200 words long.
The other fic part of this project is called "The Pain" (exactly 100 words long) and you can find it by clicking on my profile.
This is set sometime during season 1.
Enjoy
Be Free
Bellamy took another sip, flinching as the liquid burned his throat. He couldn't move his eyes away from her. He was mesmerized by her golden hair, her bright smile and her piercing blue eyes. Her brows were pressed together and a frown was on her face. She looked stressed. He knew she was stressed. Hell, he was even stressed. Being leader wasn't as easy as he thought it was going to be.
He wanted to go to her. He wanted to wrap his arm around her and stare up at the sky, forgetting all of their responsibilities. He wanted to forget about the dangers of Earth – he wanted to feel free. He just wanted her by his side.
He felt himself get up from the log and walk around the fire. He dropped into the seat beside her. Their eyes met and he smiled.
"Want a drink?" He handed her his half-finished cup and she smiled appreciatively.
"Thanks, Bellamy."
He spent his whole life protecting his sister, he never stopped to think about his love for others. Was he capable of loving someone else?
As he felt Clarke lean in slightly to his side, he knew the answer.
Of course.