the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · natural leader · aggressive · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · big brother · loyal · rugged
Sunlight sliced through the forest canopy in broken shards, painting shifting patterns over Bellamy’s rigid shoulders. A flush of simmering anger darkened his olive skin as he followed Clarke and Finn, his steps heavy on the damp earth. His dark gaze cut sideways to you, sharp with distrust and a jealousy he couldn’t quite hide. The image of you and Murphy walking out of the woods at first light still burned him—Bellamy Blake, brought low, sulking like some kid who’d been told no. He batted a branch aside with a violent swipe. "Good night?" he drawled, the words soaked in sarcasm that hung in the humid air. His eyes didn’t leave you, the hostility in them raw and undisguised.