GRIM REAPER¹, bellamy blake

072 ━━ until tomorrow

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"WE NEED to talk," Iona says, eyes dark and serious.

Bellamy simply stares, his gaze long leaving Pike's eyes as he admires Iona's familiar features. Features that now appeared so different from the night prior, where she had been murmuring his name between whimpers.

Her eyes, which captivated him so and stared at him with adoration, were now icy cold, piercing daggers that showed no signs of her feelings for him hiding beneath.

Bellamy tears his gaze away to nod over at Pike, swallowing down the lump in his throat and nodding before standing. He grabbed onto Iona's wrist and tugged her into the hallway of the Ark, away from prying eyes and curious ears.

"What's up?" Bellamy questioned, and Iona could hear the exhaustion in his voice. He had been crying, she assumed.

Her mood eased up a little, voice turning from rude and careless to a somewhat sweeter type of rude and distant caring. "You've been avoiding me," She glances down at the ground, and Bellamy's face falls.

"That's not true-" Bellamy says, and he wasn't exactly lying, "-things have just... been hard lately, you know?"

He wasn't trying to avoid Iona, she just slipped his mind when it came to his dead girlfriend, and thinking of her brought nothing but pure guilt to the surface, which is why he resorted to sharing a few drinks with Pike to drown himself.

"I know," Iona whispers, nodding slowly.

When Bellamy took in her stance- one that was open and, for the first time, vulnerable and weak- he finally saw the bag thrown carelessly over her left shoulder, her hands playing with the strings of fabric used to tighten the straps.

"Where are you going?" Bellamy says hurriedly, and Iona can hear the panic in his voice. "If you're leaving because of me, I can explain, I swear! I just... need time."

Iona shakes her head. She heaves a heavy breath, "I've got to go help Lexa. She thinks she can fight the Ice Queen and I know I can."

For a brief moment, Bellamy was relieved. He genuinely did want to pursue Iona further and watch their relationship blossom into something so much more than what they restricted themselves to having.

He needed time to mourn, and then move on, and then allow himself to be happy once again with the woman he's wanted for months.

Then, what she really said hit him.

"You're going to fight the Ice Queen?" He instantly exclaimed, and Iona covered his mouth quickly to signal he should tone it down. "Have you even thought this through, Ona? What if something goes wrong? What if you can't take her?"

Iona stepped forward, walking into his arms, and naturally, his hands fell to her waist and rubbed up and down her sides comfortingly.

She rested her hands on his chest, staring up at him and avoiding eye contact by admiring every one of his features one by one, "Your concern is appreciated, Bells. But I've done this for years. I can handle it. Besides, Lexa has to let me be her champion."

"If she doesn't, will you come right back?"

Iona chuckled, blinking her eyes up at him. She smirks, making his stomach do flips, his heart beating strangely fast. "If she says no, I try again. If she says no again, then I assassinate the Queen while they're fighting. You see?"

Bellamy frowned.

For a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other. Iona kept her eyes on Bellamy's face, whilst his gaze gave in and eventually traveled the expanse of her body. He admired the tight outfit that hugged her body in a modest way.

She was temptation wrapped up in a pretty little bow, and he wanted nothing but her despite her clothes hiding all of her skin. But she didn't need to show any skin to have his heart racing in his chest, his mouth salivating nervously.

When his eyes roamed back up, he sighed.

Her face was soft, despite the underlying traces of scars from her previous battles. They didn't displace any of her beauty, though.

Iona still stunned him into silence every time they locked eyes, and even now, as his hands instinctively raised to hold her cheeks, rubbing his thumbs against her skin, he was left speechless.

"You're so beautiful," He murmured against his better judgment.

Iona was leaving, and he couldn't stop her, so why make it any harder on either of them?

Truth is, Bellamy's afraid.

There's a chance Iona wouldn't return to him. There's a chance- no matter how small- she'd die trying to protect the woman she considers a sister. Bellamy doesn't want to believe those to be true, but they still haunt him, and because of it, he's trying to memorize every detail of her face.

"Bells..." She sighed sadly, and he shook his head.

Then, his gaze became rapid, eyes darting from her forehead to her hair, then to her lips, and further to the small scar beside her eye that he traced over with his finger.

He kept every detail imprinted in his brain, and he smiled sadly, "Don't die, Iona. You aren't allowed to die- not today, not tomorrow, not ever. You come back to me or so help me God, I will-"

Iona cut him off, embracing him in a tight hug.

He tried to hide his tears until she had gone, but as he kissed her forehead goodbye, she felt a salty tear slowly drip down her face- and then she wondered who was crying; was it her, or was it him?

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this isnt as emotional as i wanted it to be and i wanna kms for it omg