Yeah, she’s been incredibly thorough. Hasn’t tripped once. ( the bar on evaluations of a successful tour is low. he would give five stars to anyone that didn’t try to kill him during the onboarding process. a man with more civility would blink here, shamed to a flush in the cheeks at having been caught red-handed, staring. bellamy keeps jade’s gaze unflinchingly, scrutinizing his appearance with a critical air. it’s needless, he can’t make sense of the irregularity ( to him, in his experience ) by vision alone. he doesn’t blurt it out mid-conversation, he has some grasp of tact upon occasion.

clarke’s rundown is simpler to follow in that the words follow each other, should make sense, but leave bellamy staring at jade’s arm trying to figure out where a spear would be hiding, and where it would rupture through. all together, it’s a pretty gross image he’s concocted. )

We are layman. ( seriously, talk down to him. magic is the stuff of happy endings. for all his wonder, bellamy’s been convinced of one thing: magic isn’t real. nothing will save you when you’re at your wit’s end, broken and bleeding, begging for mystical intervention, nothing but yourself. he wrestles with skepticism and envy, kept at bay only by a natural curiosity. his convictions are not easily forgotten, he’s trying to pardon them for clarke and each one of her friends. )

Strange is relative. Every person I’ve met has challenged my concept of normalcy. I haven’t lived by the parameters of normal for some time now. ( yeah, a bizarre comment to make without context. ) It would probably freak me out more if I woke up and discovered we could actually live here peacefully. No games, no tests, just life. I’ll get my head around fonology when I'm done being confused about storefronts and cash registers actually being here.

Society's weird. I'm actually more willing to believe in magic than that.