into the briar patch | bellamy & olete | day one
Jun 18, 2023 1:45:04 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Jun 18, 2023 1:45:04 GMT -5
There are places where it is unwise to tread. Bellamy knows this all too well. He is also aware that no one worth remembering ever paid attention to the warning signs. The only way to conquer the unknown is to give yourself willingly to it, to step into the vanishing cabinet and wait patiently for the magician's cue. Disappearing doesn't frighten him as much as being forgotten does.
Here he enters the dark and eerie woods with reckless abandon. Eyes and skin glowing like a ray of sunlight trapped inside a glass jar. He can't help but to wonder how long his warmth can survive here. This is no domain of his, boy haloed by the setting sun. His cape sweeps along the ground, summoning a swirl of dead, scarlet leaves in his wake.
He had been on his way back to his alliance's base camp, to Larissa and Perry waiting patiently on him to carry more of their things no doubt, when a flash of dark hair caught his curious gaze. Even from the side of her retreating face, Bellamy recognizes the tribute from Nine, Olete. She moves off in the opposite direction, and he recalls catching glimpses of her during their time training in the Capitol. Despite himself, he never approached her, only looking on in quiet appreciation and wonder.
Now, alone in the diseased forest, he looks to his intrigue like a beacon fading in the night. Where can she possibly guide him that he cannot already go? When he looks to the bleeding horizon, he understands only one of them will live to cross to the other side of it, and not being allies only increases the risk that one day they might meet as enemies. Strangers with shining eyes and iron blades. This is not what Bellamy wants.
"Olete?" When he calls her name, he says it like an old friend. Voice bright and calm; a spiderweb sparkling with dewdrops clinging to the silk threads. "My name is Bellamy." He closes the distance between them with careful, languid strides. Even in the most frightening of places, there are deals just waiting to be struck. His eyes brighten with a flare of pink, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "I know this is the worst place to make friends, but if you're looking for a distraction and an excuse to stop running, look no further."
Spreading out his arms, he poses dramatically, the darkness eating at the edges of his glowing silhouette. "And besides, I can only imagine these woods are not a place to explore on your own. If you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."
{ collects items }