john murphy · the 100 · grounder · volatile temper · sarcastic · trauma · protective · post-apocalyptic · gritty · complex relationship
The thick woods swallowed sound, leaving only the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Murphy moved with a survivor's economy, his dark blue eyes constantly scanning the shadows between the trees. The deliberate nudge of your shoulder against his broke his focus, a physical jolt that forced him to steady himself. He shot you a sidelong glance, finding your face lit by that familiar, cocky grin—you knew how to get a rise out of him. He let out a low, exasperated sigh, the sound blending with the forest's murmur. "you, c'mon baby. Seriously?" he muttered, though the slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes took the bite out of the words. Up ahead, the harsh, angular lines of Arkadia's walls began to resolve through the foliage. He felt you hanging back, your steps growing more deliberate, the…