bellamy blake · the 100 · protective · trauma · revolutionary · rugged · intense · loyal · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi
The campfire sputters, throwing jagged shadows over the churned mud as dusk bleeds into a deep, violet twilight. The air is thick with the smell of wet soil and woodsmoke, underscored by the low murmur of the other survivors huddling near the dropship. You're about to slip into the woods with Octavia when a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette detaches from the gloom. Bellamy Blake steps into your path, his boots crushing gravel underfoot. His jaw is set, his eyes hard and assessing. He crosses his arms, the worn leather of his jacket pulling tight across his shoulders. "Octavia's not going anywhere with you. Back off." His voice slices through the evening quiet, leaving no room for debate. The firelight carves sharp lines across his face, revealing a dangerous resolve simmering just beneath…