▌│█║▌║▌║ open post ║▌║▌║█│▌

[gidge]

PICK YOUR POISON
PIC PROMPTS / TFLN / RANDOM SCENARIO
HAN SOLO velocities	BETTY MCRAE bombsheller	RIVER TAM subsulcus	RIVER TAM (AU) comprehender
SIMON TAM vest	BRIA THAREN exulted	NADINE CROSS bridaled	GU JUN-PYO toddler
available on special request: veronica sawyer, benjamin linus, imani, maria deluca, mushu, poseidon, niccolò machiavelli, malik al-sayf, chloe

Comments

this tag watered my crops and cleared my skin

[evenhere]

Somewhere just past three, but Gina isn't going to hold it against him.

"Like hell," is her response as she sinks into the couch next to him, one hand reaching out to move up and down his back as she surveys the damage.

Bellamy had called that afternoon in a panic about fevers and cough drops, which means Gina rushed over as soon as her shift ended. Even given the call, she was a little surprised at the level of disarray the Blake apartment had descended into. Which means, obviously, now she can't leave until at least the oranges are wrangled into a single container. Or, if they're lucky, redistributed.

Besides, she hates driving at night.

"When's the last time you slept? Or ate something other than an orange?"

yw

[unburdening]

Excuse you, the oranges are for Octavia!

"Probably about the same time as you," he shoots back, but without any heat to it. He knows Gina came over the first chance she got, has been tireless in helping him figure out how to take care of a sick teenager.

Their mom would've known exactly what to do. He remembers getting sick as a little kid, how she'd coax him into taking gross grape medicine and then read him myths until he fell asleep. But she's not here anymore, and now it's up to him.

"I can take it from here."

[evenhere]

Yeah, but Octavia will never eat all of them and deep down inside, Bellamy must know that.

There's a lot they don't really talk about. His mom and her death, how well he and Octavia cope with it, all those serious things that she may be aware of but never pushes for a complete picture. For now, Gina knows enough, and what she doesn't she can make a pretty good guess on.

She leans into his shoulder with her own, soft and steady pressure, and says, "I'm sure you can. Doesn't mean I'm leaving."

Because of course she wouldn't. This is something she'll push on.

"Think about it. Who's gonna take your temperature once you catch what Octavia has?" That gentle pressure on his shoulder turns into a nudge, because he needs to relax enough to flirt with her. Even if they're both exhausted and doing it badly.

[unburdening]

He breathes out a laugh, shaking his head, and straightens up enough to give Gina an Offended Glare.

"I'm not gonna catch what she has. She's a kid. I'm not."

Because that's the way these things work, apparently. He looks over towards the messy wreck of the kitchen and sighs, looking back with a thoughtful frown. It's way too late to cook, and their fridge is pretty sparse.

"Think any delivery places are still open?"

[evenhere]

"It's sweet you think germs care."

She says it out of affection, and follows his lead looking over at the kitchen. There's probably something there she could put together or heat up. It's the effort to do so that's really standing in their way.

So, she digs her phone out of her back pocket and starts searching for 24-hour delivery. "Didn't you know someone that did the food pick-up thing with Uber?"