“How much do you trust Charles Pike?” She knew Bryan was one of the ones who’d been stuck in Ice Nation with the man, and while he left a sour taste in her mouth, she knew not everyone felt the same. Even Bellamy seemed to like the man, so perhaps she was misjudging him. Bryan was sweet, and caring, and perhaps he could offer some insight to the man she wasn’t sure what to think about. She’d paused in her table moving, watching Bryan for his response.
Bryan paused at the question, blinking a couple of times at Gina. The question hadn’t been one he’d expected, and he wasn’t sure exactly what she was wanting to hear. “… I owe him my life,” He spoke finally after a moment, “If it wasn’t for him, I would be dead, and so would probably everyone else that made it here from Farm Station. He took over and kept so many of us safe, let us know what we had to do to survive.” But did he trust him? He hadn’t answered that question, because while he felt like he owed Pike, he still wasn’t sure completely about how he was treating other grounders. Not all of them were like Ice Nation, right? And Pike wasn’t in charge here, anyway.
Maia had chosen to spend her day off reading in the bunks. It had taken a while to adjust to sharing a room with so many people, she’d spent a lot of time looking for the quiet places in the bunker, though they were few and far between. But now she hardly even noticed the near-constant flow of people in and out of the room. She never thought she’d see the day where she actually preferred to be around people. She was absorbed in her book and didn’t even notice Bryan come in, assuming it was just another one of her roommates. When he flopped down on the bed next to her she jumped, letting out a quiet squeak, before realizing who it was. She folded the cover into the pages to mark her spot and turned to look at him.
“I’m not sure there’s a room big enough to hold that entire line,” she said with a quiet laugh. She’d walked by it on her way back from breakfast, it was pretty long. “Don’t be so melodramatic, Bry. Of course you’re gonna be happy. We just have to set you up with the right grounder boy.” She tapped her chin as she thought, it wasn’t the first time she’d considered setting him up, though the pickings were slim down here. It was just like being on the Ark all over again. She leaned her head on top of his and offered the book. “Animal Farm. Which, I guess, is technically about animals but…not really. It definitely doesn’t involve happy couples or children though. It’s good, just don’t go into it expecting Charlotte’s Web.”
Her words about there not being a room big enough to hold the line only made him wrinkle his nose more and huff. “I’m not being melodramatic, I’m being realistic,” He pointed out to her, “And I’m pretty sure after finding out my distaste for them, no grounder boy is ever going to consider wanting to be happy with me.” Well, past distaste. After so long down here with all of them, Bryan had learned to start trusting the grounders around them. With Pike no longer in his ear teaching him that all grounders were bad, those that were kind to him were becoming more bearable. He was okay being around them.
Bryan hummed faintly as she leaned her head against his, listening to her and raising an eyebrow. “So do animals die or something in it?” He asked, “Though it not having happy couples or children is a plus. It sucks getting reminded I’m never gonna raise a future farmer. And I think half those people that are in that line that are gonna get kids are just gonna mess ‘em up. Which probably isn’t a shock considering the world we live in, but still.” He sighed softly, then shifted to lay across her lap instead, batting his eyelashes up at her. “Read me some?” He asked innocently.
two weeks ago bellamy told her she was on a one way ticket to being just like their mother, he practically called her aurora. you’re looking for something to hold over me, that’s one way to become just like her. if he thought she was like aurora before, well she’d prove him. self destructing and lashing out were what octavia blake did best. katie was still waiting on her payments for the bail money and octavia had been working every shift she could get her hands on, however instead of the money going towards the rent she needed to make up or the payments she was starting to fall behind in, octavia used the money on anything that could help keep her numb. my life ended the day you were born. once the anger against bell and fox had subsided, the brunette was left with an overwhelming sense of agonizing guilt and sadness. her solution was simple. she couldn’t be swallowed up by her sadness if she didn’t give it the chance. she didn’t have to face bellamy or the things he said that she knew were true if she never gave herself the chance. everything became work. parties. coke. booze. events. men. weed. anything to simply keep her big brother’s voice from haunting her.
phone tucked up against her cheek, she crouches against the brick building in the alley way. after her shit night at work all she wanted was to curl up into her bed and let her haze coax her into a dreamless sleep but after the taxi driver had dropped her off she’d become too unsteady to walk herself up the stairway. how pathetic she’d become. you’re taking your clothes off for money, what’s next? what’s too far for you? octavia wants to scream in the alley way. pound her fists into the pavement or take another line from the men at her event. my life ended the day you were born. anything to make bellamy’s voice disappear. thankfully before she can do more harm to herself the ringing in her ear stops and someone answers the phone. “b-bryyyaan,” she slurs, an unhealthy mixture of drugs and booze coating her tone. “can yo–..ooou come leet-..t me in?”
Bryan had been worrying a lot about Octavia. Ever since that night where it seemed like everything had kinda imploded, he’d noticed that something was off. He’d tried his best to keep an eye on her and do what he could; fixing her food, giving her cuddles, staying by her side when she needed him. He didn’t want to push and ask what was going on, he trusted that she would tell him, or at least he hoped that she would tell him when she needed to. But the worry was a constant, and he just wanted things to be okay again, he wanted Octavia to be okay, and happy.
He’d been sitting at his desk, tapping his pen against the notepad in front of him and staring off into space, when suddenly his phone was ringing and he jumped. Octavia’s ringtone. He’d put it special, so that even if his phone was on silent, her calls would come through no matter what. Grabbing the phone, he hit the button to answer it and quickly put it to his ear. When he heard Octavia’s slurs, his heart sank into his stomach and the worry hit even harder. “’Tavia? Are you alright? Where are you at?” He asked, already up and grabbing a jacket as he headed out of the doorway.
Outside, he assumed of course, but he still wanted her to tell him. He was quick to scramble out and into the elevator, jabbing at the buttons as if that would make it get him to the ground floor faster so that he could get to his roommate. “I’m on my way, O,” He stated gently, “Just tell me where you are.”
“Yo Bry!” He shouted, waving his arms to attract the attention of the boy that had just stepped off the grass and into the sand a couple hundred yards behind the setup of towels and toys. The girls had ditched him to go get shaved ice, but Louis had refused to leave his castle until it was done… which might be a few more hours.
He could see why the girls wanted a sweets break, and admitted the Breakwater behind them had killer shaved ice, and if you got it at the bar you could get it “adult style” too.
“I’ve been abandoned with my sandcastle, wanna lend a hand?” He grinned up at the other boy once he was close enough to talk at a relatively normal level.
Bryan had gone back and forth on the decision to join the others in Miami. On the one hand, he really wanted to go to the beach and have fun with his friends. On the other hand, there were those that he didn’t want to be within twelve feet of, and he was having a hard time keeping his mouth shut. Still, he’d taken the chance and gone with them, deciding that keeping an eye on his friends and having fun was the most important thing. He’d escaped the house without incident, and headed towards the beach when he saw Louis.
“Hey!” He called out to him in return, chuckling to himself as he saw the setup of towels and toys that the other had around him, glad he’d found the other. He walked towards him, snorting lightly at hearing the others had abandoned him, wondering where they’d taken off to. “Hell yes,” He stated when he got close enough, “Sandcastles are the best. Can we take our time on it so I can spend as much time away from the house as possible? I need a way to stay out until I absolutely have to go back to sleep or something.”
You Are 60% Hufflepuff, 20% Ravenclaw, 11% Gryffindor, and 9% Slytherin!
You belong in Hufflepuff without question, but your Ravenclaw-esque appreciation for knowledge means your many friends come to you when they need advice from someone with a level head. While you enjoy any kind of learning, working as part of a team is where you truly thrive. You are an excellent collaborator, and understand that communication with others is an essential part of learning and, more importantly, growing as a person.
Your slight compatibility with Gryffindor house hints at an underlying desire for adventure that may manifest itself in a love of travel or trying new things.
The universe had decided to make Hector’s day shit, it seemed. First, getting up before 5 to be at the hospital for the internship. Finding the groupchat a mess on his lunch break, (and maybe losing his cool a little trying to come to Odessa’s defense.)
Getting the message from Odessa about her breaking things off with Jasper. And then a major wreck, that, somehow, didn’t lengthen his day, but did complicate it. They managed to get all parties into surgery in best possible condition, and he was glad that he wasn’t doing his surgical rounds for that case, but it weighed on him, seeing something like that.
When he’d gotten home he’d sprinted right up to shower and change, before heading over to Mandy’s wanting to see and comfort Odessa the best he could. But eventually he had to head back to his place, had to shake off the day and try and get to sleep early. He opened the door to the apartment, taking a deep sigh in, and finding himself enveloped in the comforting scent of baked goods.
“Hey.” He greeted, crossing over to lean against the island. He wasn’t sure if Bryan didn’t like him, or if the guy was just quiet, but it seemed the perfect opportunity to get to know him, and maybe get something to eat out of it. “What you making? Smells incredible.”
Bryan smiled softly as Hector entered the kitchen. “Hey,” He returned, “Chocolate chip cookies, and uh, actually, they’re for you.” He took a deep breath then, putting the last cookie on the cooling rack and then turning to face the older man. “I haven’t been the nicest roommate towards you, and I apologize. Normally I’m not so… well, rude, I guess,” He stated, reaching up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “I should have spoken to you instead of being so quiet. I guess I was just a little nervous about things.”
“But,” He continued after a pause, “I realized that today, and when I saw you sticking up for ‘Dessa in the group chat, I knew you had to be a great guy and I wasn’t giving you enough credit. So, I made these, in apology and in hopes of us becoming friends, if that’s okay.” He gave him a soft, nervous smile then.
don’t let me go//let me go meme || Accepting || @wildmoored
Bryan hadn’t meant to be a sulky mess; he’d actually been planning on going out and forgetting what the day was and acting like everything was alright. But then seeing an advertisement on tv for father’s day had upset him and he’d headed down to the coffee shop to do some writing, brushing past the other man without a thought. However, apparently the watery eyes and way he was sniffling had caught the other’s attention and he’d stopped him, and Bryan felt bad for it. He sniffled slightly as the other spoke and then looked up at him.
“I… It’s just… today,” He mumbled out, feeling rather embarrassed, “It’s just what today is and I saw this ad on tv and I just…” He shook his head, sure his face had gone red at this point, “I’ll be okay. It’s just… it’s really hard still and days like this when there is stuff about dads and parents and stuff is just… not easy for me. I probably should make sure I’m not crying before leaving the apartment again…” He tried with a faint chuckle.
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Ever since they’d landed, they’d been at war. Farm Station had landed in Ice Nation territory and hadn’t even had a chance to get outside for more than a little bit before they were set upon by Grounders. There’d been so much bloodshed, so many children and people killed; Bryan’s father among them, and others that he knew and cared for. But Pike had saved him, saved many of them, and they’d gotten away from the fight. But the fight didn’t stop; the fighting never stopped, and Bryan hated it.
It had been one such fight that he’d found himself separated from Pike and the others, with only a spear that he’d had, and he knew already that he was in trouble. It wasn’t much of a fight, and he’d fully expected to die. When he’d gotten the spear knocked out of his hands, he’d closed his eyes and tilted his chin up; waiting, waiting for the final blow to come. He’d been hit hard in the head and everything had gone black; death was coming.
Only, it didn’t. He found himself waking later, tied up and slung over a horse. He was alive? Eyes fluttering open, he’d felt sick from the motion of being on the horse and seeing the ground pass by under them. They’d kept him alive, and he wasn’t sure what was going on. It felt like time passed by quickly though, and he was being hauled off the horse and carried into a building.
He heard the man that was carrying him call out to someone, and grunted as he was suddenly being deposited on the floor in front of a young woman. He looked confused as the man knelt to her and told her that he’d brought her a gift from the sky, for her to do what she wanted with. Bryan made a face, wrinkling his nose and struggling in the bonds, afraid and upset as he watched the girl to see what she’d do.
Send ➳ for your character to receive mine as a gift/spoil of war. || Accepting || @headstrongblake
The war felt like it had been going on forever. As the youngest out of four siblings, two older brothers and an older sister were what he had, Bryan wasn’t really that involved in it. That, and maybe the fact that he hadn’t been with his family at the castle lately; he’d been at the cottage his father had bought him, working on setting up a farm for himself. He was useless when it came to fighting, and all the boy wanted was to settle down with a nice farm and a small home for himself and his future partner. That was the dream; not being a royal who was to be married off to further his family’s position.
But the war; between his country and another, all started over a land dispute, or was it a ship that had been in the wrong harber? Whatever had started it, it had blown up faster than anyone could stop it. His father and brothers were sending troops, his mother and sister were helping the wounded, and everything was a mess. He’d thought he was safe at the cottage, but that wasn’t to be. He’d suddenly found troops coming over the hill and he hadn’t had time to hide or get away. When they found out who he was? Well, they had the youngest prince in their captivity, of course they weren’t going to let him go.
That was how he suddenly found himself on his way to the country his family was at war with. That was how he found himself in chains, a bag over his head, and being dragged down a hallway to the throne room, being shoved onto his knees. “Your Majesties,” The man who was holding on tightly to his shoulder announced loudly, “We have brought you a gift in this time of war. The youngest prince of–”
Bryan didn’t hear him say the country name, wincing instead as the bag was yanked off of his head to reveal him to the royal family that was sitting in front of him. He bit his lip hard at the bright light that was suddenly blinding him now that he wasn’t in the dark, feeling scared. He was dressed down from where he’d been farming, but anyone who knew them would know it was him. He slowly lifted his head, jutting his chin up a little to look at the other royals, waiting to see what they would do.
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