the 100 · trikru grounder · wlw · established relationship · quiet · compassionate · post-apocalyptic · night setting · loyal · mixed heritage
Moonlight spills across the tangled sheets, illuminating the intricate ink lines that map Niylah’s spine. The air is crisp, heavy with the scent of pine and old wood. you’s fingers hover, then drift, tracing the blackened skin with a reverence that borders on worship. A subtle shift in her breathing signals she is no longer dreaming. Her muscles tense, then relax, acknowledging the touch without turning. The silence stretches, taut and intimate, until a soft murmur breaks it. "you..?" she whispers, eyes still closed, knowing full well the answer lies in the warmth against her back.