Somewhere between blush and lotion, he runs into Raven Reyes and Finnick Odair sitting together, thick as thieves, and he has the strangest feeling of familiarity that has no place here – not in this prep room, and not in the Capitol, so far away from the people he loves so much he once became a murderer just so he could see them again.
Or maybe there is nothing strange there. Maybe it’s just inertia driving him towards them, because who else is he supposed to talk to here?
Either way it would rude to ignore them, so Bellamy takes a moment to stop, and give Raven and Finnick a proper greeting. They move on the bench they’re occupying, and let him sit between them like a wedge, then pass him a suspiciously looking bag that turns out to be candy which, he hopes, has a lot less booze than it smells like.
On the other hand, maybe it’ll be easier to tune out Sextus’ nagging if he gets drunk enough.
“My stylist is an idiot with a tree fetish,” he announces, grabbing a piece of candy.
Raven snorts.
“Mine dreams about dressing tributes up as electric circuits, but he also thinks most people here don’t know what electric circuits look like,” she says with a dark grin he doesn’t remember her having a year ago. “Which reminds me...”
She reaches to her pocket, and Bellamy, surprised, holds out a hand before he can think about it. At first he has no idea what he’s looking at, but then he notices a cleverly placed piece of glass, and recognizes the device they talked about on the phone all those months ago. It’s surprisingly pretty for a piece of tech, simple and sleek, and there is something very Raven about it, too, though Bellamy can’t exactly pinpoint what it is.
It might just be that, if he’s able to compare Raven Reyes to a lamp, he should start reading less, and talking to people more.
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Somewhere between blush and lotion, he runs into Raven Reyes and Finnick Odair sitting together, thick as thieves, and he has the strangest feeling of familiarity that has no place here – not in this prep room, and not in the Capitol, so far away from the people he loves so much he once became a murderer just so he could see them again.
Or maybe there is nothing strange there. Maybe it’s just inertia driving him towards them, because who else is he supposed to talk to here?
Either way it would rude to ignore them, so Bellamy takes a moment to stop, and give Raven and Finnick a proper greeting. They move on the bench they’re occupying, and let him sit between them like a wedge, then pass him a suspiciously looking bag that turns out to be candy which, he hopes, has a lot less booze than it smells like.
On the other hand, maybe it’ll be easier to tune out Sextus’ nagging if he gets drunk enough.
“My stylist is an idiot with a tree fetish,” he announces, grabbing a piece of candy.
Raven snorts.
“Mine dreams about dressing tributes up as electric circuits, but he also thinks most people here don’t know what electric circuits look like,” she says with a dark grin he doesn’t remember her having a year ago. “Which reminds me...”
She reaches to her pocket, and Bellamy, surprised, holds out a hand before he can think about it. At first he has no idea what he’s looking at, but then he notices a cleverly placed piece of glass, and recognizes the device they talked about on the phone all those months ago. It’s surprisingly pretty for a piece of tech, simple and sleek, and there is something very Raven about it, too, though Bellamy can’t exactly pinpoint what it is.
It might just be that, if he’s able to compare Raven Reyes to a lamp, he should start reading less, and talking to people more.