Bellamy Blake (therebelleader) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-08-14 02:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | bellamy blake, raven reyes |
WHO Bellamy Blake and Raven Reyes.
WHAT. They had an awkward dream moment.
WHEN. August 8
WHERE. Blake Residence
WARNINGS. None?
STATUS. COMPLETE.
Bellamy had woken up this morning feeling off. His latest dream had left him feeling distressed. Clarke and Finn were taken, just as the others had said. Things were growing stressful at the campsite and truth be told Bellamy was scared. Heavy lies the crown and all of that.
But the part Bellamy was most unprepared for was Raven. This wasn’t the first time his dreams had featured women other than his girlfriend in his quarters. In his latest dream an angry, betrayed Raven was waiting. Maybe these dreams would be easier if he didn’t know, didn’t care about the people in them. But he did.
He pushed the dream out of his mind as he climbed out of his bed. The aroma of coffee summoning him to the kitchen. He threw on a tee shirt and made his way there. He pulled out a mug, fixing his coffee when he heard a knock at the door. Giving his coffee one last stir before opening the door.
“Morning Raven,” Bellamy greeted her, and headed back towards the kitchen.
Aside from Octavia, none of his dream world relations remained the same. Which made this current situation awkward to say the least. Especially since Bellamy was aware she had had this dream already.
The dreams had been pretty... well, chaotic lately. If that was even the right word for it. More than chaotic even. Making bullets and bombs. Blowing up bridges. That kind of thing. She never expected that to be in the dreams. Not once. Something she had no intentions of saying anything about. At least, not to John.
She slips in and gives a soft smile,"Morning." It's both spoken and signed before she follows him into the kitchen, sitting down at the table and watches him for a moment. Like she was trying to figure out how to even articulate what was on her mind. Not a problem she'd ever had before. She spoke her mind and quite often.
"Octavia out with friends?"
She’d say that the house seemed quiet, but being deaf the house was always quiet. No matter where she went, unless someone was blaring bass. Then she felt the vibrations through the floor.
Bellamy nodded in response. He wasn’t used to things being like this. While he may not be as close with Raven as John, he was never shy around her either. He’d poke fun and give her hell just because. Right now, he wasn’t sure what to do thanks to his alternate life memories. Or whatever the hell they were.
“Coffee?” Bellamy asked verbally and through signing.
Raven had noticed that when Octavia got memories she either ended up with friends, or ended up with Bellamy and lots of hot chocolate. Not that she expected anything else out of the younger Blake. The girl wore her heart on her sleeve.
"Sounds good," she tells him with a bit of a smile. "You look tired," she signs. "Not enough sleep?"
Not that any of them managed to get much sleep. Not with the dreams that they all had or were having. With the way things turned out in them.
Bellamy took out a cup and poured coffee into it before setting it down in front of Raven. Milk, sugar, creamer all on the table.
He shook his head. The issues sleeping started a few dreams ago and just continued. The illness they all survived through was awful and it was the first dream bleed over Bellamy had experienced himself. It was enough to leave him a little uncertain about what dreams were to come. “Is there ever enough?” he joked, signing to her. “How are you?”
The dreams felt like they were hitting much faster now. Building up almost. As the situation, the tensions and challenges mounted for the delinquents on the ground, the more dreams he seemed to have. Maybe there was no correlation. Maybe no meanings. Maybe everything was incredibly random. But each dream brought more challenges and very little relief of any kind. Between the lack of resources and food, the Grounders, the illness that spread through camp and the real world, the chaotic nature of the camp there wasn’t really any moment for them to catch their breath. If nothing else he was grateful that he lived here and not in the dream world. Here the dreams just cast a shadow over them instead of being the only thing they know.
Raven took the cup of coffee and put a little creamer into it. Though, she normally drank it black or just drank sweet tea. Which, honestly, she knew if she asked then Bellamy would probably have some in the fridge. The coffee, however, had won out.
She knew that he wasn't wrong. There never seemed to be enough sleep in the day. Enough hours in the day. That's how the saying went. There weren't enough hours in the day. Those eyes watch him for a moment, just feeling the vibrations of his movements through the floor. Familiar vibrations.
"Weirded out. Tired." Weirded out because she'd had a dream. That dream turned out to show her that she knew how to make bullets and bombs. Honestly, it made her feel like a damn terrorist. It also, unfortunately, had shown her something else. Something that she hadn't even expected.
"How've you and Octavia been?"
These dreams had them fighting for their lives. His sister living her life under the floor until he got her arrested. Raven being able to fix a 130 year old pod and leave space to join them on the ground. Allowing John to be strung up by the others. Torturing prisoners. Bellamy was so far from the version of himself he experienced in the dreams but he had to live with the feelings of these actions, as did they all. Especially after that last dream.
“Weirded out, I second that. She’d had a few more dreams. Something apparently happens but she wouldn’t tell me. When does the fun stop? Besides that trying to enjoy what little summer there is left.”
Raven honestly was still weirded out by the 130 year old escape pod. Fixing it up herself in the dreams and heading down to Earth. All of it was just messed up. More than messed up even. She takes a sip of her coffee and sits back in her seat.
"Weirded out how or should I say why?" She had an idea of the why and John wasn't there to hear it. The writer knew that her boyfriend wouldn't want to hear anything about her and his best friend. Even if it was only in the dreams.
“I think you know,” he told her. “You had the same dream.” In the midst of preparing for war with the Grounders and building bombs and making ammo, the two of them had somehow found time to fall into bed together. Despite his dream self yelling at everyone who even took a break. “Dream you was trying to uh get over Finn or something.”
Bellamy wasn't wrong. She did know and had the same dream he did. In fact, she's pretty sure that John and Octavia had the same dreams too. Just not like what had happened between herself and the other that was across the kitchen.
"Dream me was trying to get over Finn," she tells him taking another sip of her coffee. "Dream you just kind of... went with it." Then after a moment," We're not talking about this with John." Simple and to the point.
“Do we really expect anything else from dream me at this point?”
Dream Bellamy wasn’t a good guy, at least not a lot of the time. Though at least he was up front with Raven about that. He had told her that if she was looking for him to stop her, he wasn’t going to. He was starting to have his moments. Moments where he cared for others, was an actual leader. Even Clarke and himself had settled in to leadership together.
“Agreed. We’re not talking about this with anyone.”
"Honestly? I'm hoping that dream you gets his head out of his ass. That's probably asking too much, though."
In the dream, she hadn't cared whether Bellamy stopped her or not. She'd even had him strip down and stripped down herself. Having dreams that involved one of your best friends, more like sleeping with them, was really damn weird. Especially when they'd never been like that. She was John's girl. Bellamy had Ash.
"No, no we're not. And we know if anyone finds out about it that one of us said something. Since the dream versions of us were the only ones in that damn tent."
“Me too. At least there seems like there’s some sort of hope for him.”
He hadn’t wanted to be a leader, he wasn’t a leader before they hit the ground. It was thrust upon him as a matter of survival and it evolved from there. They became his people, people he cared about. It wasn’t just about keeping the others from the Ark in space.
It wasn’t information anyone needed to know and Bellamy was not going to be the one to share it. Raven didn’t have a thing to worry about there. “Trust me. My lips are sealed. Nothing to worry about.”
"We'll see just how much hope there is for dream you."
Honestly, she wasn't sure if there was hope for Bellamy or not. It felt like in the dreams that they expected far too much out of dream her. Splitting bullets. Making bombs. Sometimes she hated how smart the dream version of herself was. Not that she'd ever go out and buy bullets just to see if she could make them or not.
"Good to know," she tells him with a soft smile. "Because I don't want some dream bullshit to get in the way of how we really are with one another."
If it ever did, then she’d be pretty damn pissed.
There was far too much expected out of all of them. It was unfortunate that Raven seemed to be the only one they had smart enough to craft this stuff. They each had their own expertise. Clarke and what medical skills she had. Jasper was their chemist. Raven’s engineering skills. They hadn’t been expected to survive on their own on a planet without anyone else. It was a miracle they made it as long as they had.
“Me either. These dreams cause enough problems as it is.”