Vex’s tired steps carried her past burial ship after ship, each one fitted with resplendent carvings and intricate figureheads - the first and the second one depicting imposing men dressed in fine armor and decked with regalia, carrying scrolls that represented the Charter. The third ship she passed was unfinished, and its figurehead was different too. It was a perfectly lifelike carving of a young man - a naked young man, and Vex found herself blushing as her eyes flitted up and down his body, before settling on his face. He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and well-defined arms, indicating that he used to work with his hands. Short hair curled around a handsome, angular face formed in a complex expression of surprise, anger, and fear.
Much too lifelike, Vex thought and carefully stepped closer, drawing her sword. Now, she could even make out callouses on his fingers and small scars, single eyelashes and the faint impression of the baptismal Charter mark. This was with absolute certainty not the work of a woodcarver but a result of Free Magic.
Vex closed her eyes and focused on her other senses, detecting the faint residue of a spell and a soul, trapped between life and death. She wouldn’t have to go far to bring it back, not farther than the first Gate. But who was he, and why had he been trapped? Could she risk finding out in her injured state?
With a soft sigh, Vex turned around and went to look for Keyleth who she had seen skipping off towards the small stream running through the damn sinkhole. She found the cat, dozing with dream-twitching paws in a small patch of yellow flowers. Catbalm. No answer would come from her for a while.
At least, for Clarke Griffin it is because if she’s not
saving the world or fighting a war then what exactly is there for her to do?
They survived the radiation. Arkadia is once again
flourishing. The treaty between clans is secure. There are no battles to be
fought or wars to be won.
There is simply peace.
And with peace comes quiet, and while she can appreciate the
quiet it’s also a little alarming. Forgive her for not trusting it after
spending so much time with death and destruction, two things she could count on
to be around every turn.
But now there is just peace; growth and survival now working
hand in hand to build them all better lives.
Babies are being born to couples that married under sunny
skies or starry nights. Clarke smiles as she watches a toddler make his way over
to his parents, who happen to be Monty and Harper, his little legs carrying him
over the floor of the mess hall so fast she’s afraid he might tip over.
She’s so engrossed watching the little family that she doesn’t
hear someone walk up to her table until they set their tray across from hers.
“MJ seems to be walking better every day,” Bellamy says, a
serene smile on his face as he drops down into the seat. “Pretty soon he’ll be
faster than Jasper.”
Clarke snorts. “Well, Jasper drinks a lot of moonshine so
that’s not hard.”
Bellamy laughs as he takes a drink of his coffee and Clarke
can’t help but notice how young and carefree he looks. She knows that it’s
because he no longer feels the weight on his shoulders, at least he knows he
doesn’t have to carry burdens alone.
His sister is still a touchy subject, even all this time
later, because while she’s still living in Arkadia they have had to slowly
build their relationship back from the ground up.
“Good,” Bellamy nods. “She’s working in the armory today.
Says that peace is short lived and that we need to be ready.”
“Still the eternal optimist, I see.”
“Pretty much,” he grins over his coffee mug. Clarke feels
her heart flip a little at his toothy smile, feelings she’s had for awhile
getting harder to ignore.
They have worked side by side since the beginning, even when
they hated each other they still worked together.
That’s always been their motto. When shit got hard, they worked together to
get through it. Things were always better with Bellamy at her side. The hardest
days she’s ever had in her life and he was always there.
It’s no surprise that she started to fall in love with him.
She bites back the words as they sit in companionable
silence, eating and watching the people around them.
“It feels surreal, doesn’t it?”
Clarke looks up at him, the silence broken by his random
question. “What do you mean?”
“Being here, not having anything to do. No war or fighting.
No impending doom. I’m not sure what to make of it, if I’m being honest.”
She chews on the inside of her bottom lip. “Funny you say
that. I was just thinking the exact same thing.”
“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow and she nods.
“We’re fighters, Bell. Leaders. We want action and
excitement. Even if it’s the shitty kind. I’m not sure if we would know what to
do with a happily ever after.”
She watches as the wheels turn in his head, his eyebrows
furrowed as if he’s making an argument with himself in his head. He stands up abruptly, the screeching of his chair causing people to turn and look at them. “Let’s go.”
Clarke laughs. “What? Go where?”
Bellamy rolls his eyes and reaches for her hand. “Just come
with me. Jesus, stop asking questions.”
“I asked one,” she mutters but she lets him take her hand
He leads her through the mess hall, down the hallways and
out into the dark night. The sky above them is inky black, the stars
shimmering bright enough to light a path through the darkness.
“Where are we going?”
“Shhhh!” Bellamy chuckles and she can hardly see him, his
silhouette leading her through camp and out of the main gate.
Several minutes later, minutes full of nothing but him
shushing her when she tried to say something, they walk into a dark part of the
forest and she immediately knows where they are.
“Why did you bring me here?” Clarke asks, her heart speeding
up at his closeness. His hand is still wrapped around hers, his long thumb
brushing across the inside of her wrist.
“You need to see the beauty in the world, Clarke.” His voice
is practically a whisper but it stirs the trees all the same. The darkness
turns to neon blue light as butterflies take off around them, swirling so fast
it makes her hair flutter around her face. “You deserve to be happy. If you
stopped to take a look around you, at what’s right in front of you, I know you
could find it.”
Her heart is thudding in her chest so hard she’s sure he can
hear it. “Maybe I already have.”
The silence is heavy around them and she wills him to look
at her. She just put her heart on the line and she doesn’t know if he feels the
But god, she hopes that he does.
When he finally looks at her he’s smiling, his eyes soft as
they roam her face. “In that case…” She lets out a gasp when he tugs her so she’s
standing right in front of him, his free hand moving hair away from her face as
he gazes down at her. “Can we have our happy ending now?”
Tears shimmer in her eyes as she nods. “I think we deserve
And standing under a moonlit sky, Bellamy’s arms around her
and his lips pressed against hers, she finally believes it.
“Erin. Come-“ he began before I sank my mouth over his cock. Tongue rolling over each vein. The taste of his flesh in my mouth only made it water more and as my hands worked, my mouth sucked madly against him. “Fuck.”
I moaned deeply as my mouth went to work. Hands slipping up his entirety each time that my mouth moved away. I pumped as I took him deep into my throat. The sound of his moans enticed me. It awakened this hungry beast inside of me. I wasn’t going to stop until I satisfied that hunger. Satisfied that need to taste him. That need for him to want me. To need me. To never forget me.