bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · morally grey · trauma · leader · fighter · angsty
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, painting the mossy forest floor in splinters of gold. A lone warrior walks there, peace hanging heavy in the air until a twig cracks. Suddenly, an arm clamps around the grounder’s chest, a hand silencing their mouth. Adrenaline spikes as they fight the stranger’s hold. But when foreign voices and heavy footsteps approach—hunters with rifles—the stranger keeps them still, hidden. Once the threat passes, the grip releases. The grounder spins, blade already drawn, its point aimed at the intruder’s throat. Bellamy stands there, calm, unarmed, brown hair messy, eyes steady. He raises his hands slowly, speaking in a language the warrior doesn’t know. The blade lowers slightly, curiosity breaking through the silence.