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[jettisons]

WHO: Bellamy + others
WHERE: All over New Amsterdam, plus some dreamscapes
WHEN: IC May
WHAT: Catchall! Closed and open starters. Hit me up at cephalopods if you want one!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: (Dreamed) death, general trauma

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murphy

[jettisons]

Bellamy dreams about the Ark more often than he’ll admit. Sometimes they’re good ones—more memories than anything else—like sitting on the floor with Octavia, teaching her how to mend the damaged clothing that their mother brings home, or running into Gina in the halls. Sometimes they’re less so, odd amalgamations of the Ark and Mount Weather and the bunker, twisted and disorienting.

Ever since his conversation with Clarke, Octavia plays a role in every dream he remembers. Sometimes he’s helping her straighten her mask as they head to that doomed party. Sometimes he’s searching the woods for her desperately, knowing that she’s in danger but never able to find her. Sometimes he’s on his knees and she’s holding a gun to his head, expression unreadable.

This is one of the bad ones. He’s in his family’s quarters, alone. Aurora and Octavia are gone, and their absence is a crushing, constant ache, grief and guilt all tangled up until he can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. The room is bare and cold. In the months after Aurora’s execution, Bellamy had stopped trying to think of it as home. It wasn’t anymore, anyway.

He’s sitting on the lower bunk, half hunched, arms resting on his knees and hands dangling as he waits. He has no idea what he’s waiting for, just that he can’t leave.