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fandomtownies2015-09-12 07:54 am
notgetkilled) wrote in fandomtownies2015-09-12 07:54 am
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Freedom Arms | Saturday
Nightmares had woken Bellamy early this morning. Octavia, Grounders, acid fog, the works. She'd just been out of his reach, their fingers brushing before she'd been yanked away, her screams ringing in his ears.
Needless to say, Bellamy hadn't gotten back to sleep so now he was there, tired and surly. He'd restocked things in an attempt to distract his mind but now he was just sitting there, arms crossed, and a frown on his face.
[Open, no OCD]
Needless to say, Bellamy hadn't gotten back to sleep so now he was there, tired and surly. He'd restocked things in an attempt to distract his mind but now he was just sitting there, arms crossed, and a frown on his face.
[Open, no OCD]