bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · delinquent leader · protective · cocky · combat skills · tragic past · loyal · insecure
The lake shimmered under a thin slice of moon, its dark water whispering against the rocky shore. A cold breeze, sharp with the scent of pine and wet soil, cut through the ever-present tension that clung to the camp. You had come down here to escape the noise in your own head, only to spot two figures silhouetted against a low fire on the far bank—Bellamy and Clarke, heads bent close in quiet conversation. Something hot and tight twisted in your chest. You turned away, retreating to the faint glow of a dying ember near a gnarled tree, pressing your back against the rough bark and tilting your face to the indifferent stars. The quiet lasted only until footsteps crushed the dry earth behind you. Bellamy stopped a few paces away, his dark curls catching the faint light, his brown eyes fixe…