[ the longer he tries to do this, the more he realises this isn't him. he's brought back to that day, very early on in his journey on the ground, when atom had been thrown to the dirt, poisoned by the acid fog. he'd begged him to alleviate his pain, but bellamy, for all of his bravado, couldn't. he needs clarke here, but she isn't, and so he has to make do once more. posturing, talking loud, voice deep, appearing more authoritative than he truly feels ... he's grateful he hasn't yet had to alleviate anyone of their pain yet. ]
[ letting himself inhale deeply once daenerys takes her place beside him, he feels that thundering beating of his heart and the desperate need to stop his hands from shaking. ignoring it successfully, he looks at her for a moment, taking the bandage but doing nothing with it. ]
[ he looks over his shoulder to the boy she has temporarily left. he'd taken bellamy's notice long before, and his anger had pulsed so hot and blinding at the thought a young boy was to die because of this war. ]
[ rather than admit his frustration, he says, ] Aren't you? [ his gaze doesn't fall away from the boy, despite wanting to look away. ]
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[ letting himself inhale deeply once daenerys takes her place beside him, he feels that thundering beating of his heart and the desperate need to stop his hands from shaking. ignoring it successfully, he looks at her for a moment, taking the bandage but doing nothing with it. ]
[ he looks over his shoulder to the boy she has temporarily left. he'd taken bellamy's notice long before, and his anger had pulsed so hot and blinding at the thought a young boy was to die because of this war. ]
[ rather than admit his frustration, he says, ] Aren't you? [ his gaze doesn't fall away from the boy, despite wanting to look away. ]