bellamy blake (whoweneedtobe) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2015-01-03 00:26:00 |
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His mind was racing a million miles a second. It left him reeling. He had so many thoughts and so many emotions coursing through him that he wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know how to feel. Never would he ever have considered Finn fucking Collins would put him at such unease. The stupid Spacewalker and all the drama he brought in with him. Like a storm. An undead hurricane. Bellamy thought he would have trouble juggling Raven and Clarke as they stood on their own. He never thought Finn would show up. But he hadn't even had time to process how he was going to handle both women before the other man turned up and everything went to hell. If Clarke would have just listened to him. If she would've just trusted him like he asked. Maybe he could have handled this with a little more finesse. But of course not. Of course that's not how this would go. Bellamy felt torn. Raven was clearly distraught - she put her emotions out in the open and it was so clear just by her reaction over the network that she was in a messed up place. Clarke... she was a different story. He knew she had to be messed up too. She just didn't want him involved in it, he guessed. Whatever.
That made the decision pretty damn simple, then. Clarke shrugged him off and so Bellamy shut down. Fine. Let the princess handle her own damn self. He was just trying to look out for her. What if Finn hadn't really been Finn? What if it was some sick trick? But whatever. She wanted to do things her way and that was fine. He didn't care. As far as he was concerned, that meant he didn't have to feel guilty about storming from the house and making a beeline for the address Raven gave him. What choice was there to make between them when she didn't want him around anyway? Raven did.
And whatever the hell was happening with Octavia... He knew people were complaining about doubles, but did that mean his sister now had one? It made Bellamy's head spin to even think about it, so he shut that off too. He would deal with Raven and then maybe he'd think about that other crap. And then he'd weigh whether or not another hangover was worth drinking to numb his racing mind. It probably was.
Not that he wasn't glad Finn was alive. Bellamy had done everything he possibly could to save the long-haired man. His friend, even. It was just a lot to process. A whole hell of a lot. People usually stayed dead, no matter how badly you wanted them not to. He knew that from experience. But he'd figure out his own feelings on the matter later. Right now, he just wanted to make sure Raven was okay. Maybe that was one thing he could do right tonight.
He arrived to the address and quickly jogged up to the door, knocking. "Raven?" he called tentatively. "Hey, Raven? It's me."