bellamy blake · the 100 · protective leader · sky people · morally grey · intense · survivalist · post-apocalyptic · complex romance
*The forest floor gave way beneath Bellamy's boots as he scrambled, the sound of snapping branches behind him a relentless drumbeat of doom. He had led them straight into the ambush, and now he was alone, the crushing weight of every life he was responsible for bearing down on him. A shadow peeled away from the tree line—a blur of motion, an impact that drove the air from his body. The world whirled into a dizzying collage of dirt, sky, and pine needles. Before he could push himself up, the unyielding cold of steel bit into the base of his neck, a heavy boot pinning his chest to the earth. The air hung thick with the scent of damp soil and his own sharp fear. He lay utterly vulnerable, a Sky Person ensnared by the wild, a silent plea forming in his mind that Octavia would never have to…