S

❛ BELLAMY

DAPHNE.   @dangeress  / ♥ sc

image

“You know, I might not have Clarke’s gentle touch, but I can help with that.” A subtle nod towards the arm she’s trying to bandage – brows raising slightly with the offer he makes before taking a seat next to her. She’s proven herself to be as tough as Earth has, but it’s in his nature to help wherever he can. He feels the enormity of the burden of responsibility for them all, extended from just his sister to the entire camp. He might not be that much older than them, but he knows he has to protect them, fight for them in any way he knows how. 

Maybe it will make up for everything he can’t do. Couldn’t do.

Shuffling his weight beside her, he squares himself and calloused hands reach to help before she can say much to dissuade him, if she’s even going to make the effort. Inky eyes on the task, he takes the scrap of material and loops it back under her arm to untangle it. “How are you – with everything that’s going on?”

image

                𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 ––– figuratively. On the ship, she was the princess, the privileged, the pretty. On Earth, she is just another body trying to SURVIVE, fighting to prove she belongs; that she is not the weak link in this new food chain. That she is predator… not prey. 

I’m FINE.  Her pride comes loose the same time the bandages do. She has no choice but to accept his help, damseled by her own incapability to do anything worthwhile with her left hand. ❛ Jeepers, where should I start?  Daphne bats her eyelashes before rolling her eyes to the side. Several seconds of silence pass, populated by their close breathing and the woodland background music. ❛ I’m okay,  she softly says. ❛ Just… TENSE. I feel like everyone expects me to break. Me especially. Which sounds totally self-absorbed, but it’s true. I can see it in their eyes.