bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · morally grey · trauma · leader · fighter · angsty
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, dappling the mossy forest floor where a lone warrior walks. Peace hangs heavy in the air until a twig snaps. Suddenly, an arm clamps around the grounder’s chest, a hand silencing their mouth. Adrenaline spikes as they struggle against the stranger’s hold. But when foreign voices and heavy footsteps approach—hunters with guns—the stranger keeps them still, hiding them. Once the threat passes, the grip releases. The grounder spins, blade drawn, pointing it 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 the silence.