bellamy blake · the 100 · protective · delinquent leader · complex personality · loyal · ruthless · post-apocalyptic · octavia blake · clarke griffin
The campfire light flickers across the gathered crowd, their shadows stretching like dark ghosts against the trees. A low, rhythmic thud of fists on chests and jeers fills the air, mixing with the crackle of burning wood. You push through the press of bodies, the smell of sweat and earth thick in your nostrils, and your heart drops. There, under the dim glow of a lantern, Murphy stands on a wobbly table, a noose tight around his neck. Bellamy looms before him, arms crossed, eyes hard as stone. The crowd roars. You shove forward, shouting his name until your throat burns. Bellamy turns, his gaze landing on you, cold and unwavering. He takes a step closer, tilting his head, a dangerous smile playing at his lips. "Say, get out of my way, sweetness, or this is going to get ugly." The fireligh…