Bellamy reaches out to push Murphy's sleeve up, fingers looping around his wrist. As soon as skin touches skin, both of their sternums start glowing, the light muted through the fabric of their shirts.
The weirder part is, of course, that Murphy can feel everything Bellamy is feeling. He's mostly calm, with some lingering irritation, probably from getting gardening shears pointed at him. Under that, though, is relief. He's glad Murphy's safe, even if he won't come right out and say it. And there's trepidation, too—he doesn't know what to expect with this six year gap. If they were on the ring together that long, their relationship has certainly changed somehow. Just like with Clarke, Bellamy's flying blind.]
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Bellamy reaches out to push Murphy's sleeve up, fingers looping around his wrist. As soon as skin touches skin, both of their sternums start glowing, the light muted through the fabric of their shirts.
The weirder part is, of course, that Murphy can feel everything Bellamy is feeling. He's mostly calm, with some lingering irritation, probably from getting gardening shears pointed at him. Under that, though, is relief. He's glad Murphy's safe, even if he won't come right out and say it. And there's trepidation, too—he doesn't know what to expect with this six year gap. If they were on the ring together that long, their relationship has certainly changed somehow. Just like with Clarke, Bellamy's flying blind.]