curling broom

ICE

CHAPTER 1

A Bellarke High School AU where Clarke is a figure skater and Bellamy is a hockey player and they are both fighting to use the rink. 
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Bellamy Blake charged out of the locker room followed by a horde of boys clad in pads and practice jerseys, all toddling on flat ground in their skates. He stepped into the arena and took a deep breath, relishing the smell of cold air and fresh ice. His smile faltered as he reached the rink.

“Hey!” he shouted. “Time to cool down and get off the ice, it’s past 3:30, you’re cutting into our time!”

A small blonde girl landed a double axel and turned to face him.

“Don’t think so,” she said evenly and skated towards him. “We’re just starting, I booked the ice for a two hour block starting at 3:30.”

“And who the hell are you?”

“Clarke Griffin,” she answered. “Captain of the skate-team.” Her eyes dropped to the C on his jersey. “And let me guess, you’d be Bellamy Blake, captain of the hockey team?”

“Does this look like a curling broom to you?” he held up his stick.

“Not particularly,” she commented drily. “Just trying to get the formalities out of the way but I guess I should have known better than to try.”

“Right,” Bellamy gritted his teeth. “Well let me formally tell you to get off the ice.”

Clarke looked from him to the figure skaters behind her.

“You know what, I think we’ll stay.”

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Sorry I’m super late to the party! I blame Gizmo, my familiar/navigator. She’s pretty hard of seeing so always has her eyes super dilated to catch all the light. I’ve tried to convince her to stop smoking but, while only 8, has the voice of an 80 yr old chainsmoker already so it’s hard to get her off the tobacco. Maybe kitty-nicotine patches are available? I’ll check next time she steers us to the grocery store with her butt-steering.

As for me, I spend most of my time sleeping and cast spells through my ZZZs. So you’ll usually find me curled up on my broom in a frompy snuggie cape doing my thing. But sometimes I fall off. Maybe a seat belt is in order.

For @soaringsparrows who send me this beautiful prompt for the Perc’ahlia writing vacation: falling through the air.

The trick with falling

It had sounded like a rather splendid idea at first.

She’d take him up on the broom with her, up and up and up until their camp was just a tiny speck in the landscape below them. He’d have a perfect bird’s eye view through his scope on their destination.

“Hold on tight, darling. Don’t want you falling off and plummet to your death.” Vex had joked as Percy clambered on the broom behind her and she pushed them off the ground.

And to her surprise he had done just that, slung one arm around her waist as the broom steadily carried them upwards.

“Not something I have plans on doing.” He had replied with a dry chuckle.

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