They all know Bellamy Blake is something else, or part something else, even if no one ever says it. It's in the way his eyes are just a little too deep, his cheekbones a little too sharp, everything about him a little bit too perfect. Everyone growing up in Arkadia knows about the Folk. They're used to recognizing them, even in their glamours, and steering clear. Bellamy isn't one. But he's half, and it's enough to make people equal parts fascinated and wary. It's enough make him something of a spectacle.
Of course, for most of Clarke's life, he's been the sort of spectacle that involves people daring each other to try to get him to tell lies (Clarke doesn't know if, like the full blooded fae, he can't or if he just likes to keep people guessing) or do small magic (he never does) when they've had a little too much to drink at parties. Most of the time, the people of Arkadia forget that Bellamy's any different from the rest of them. Until something goes wrong, and then he draws everyone's suspicious gaze. It's the way of the world, to look to place the blame in someone who is other in some way. Bellamy Blake, with his eyes that look right into you, that know you, he's other in a way that scares people.
Bookmarked by sandye
21 Feb 2018