bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · grounder · protective · sarcastic · rugged · survival · leader · intense
The cave is a gullet of cold, black stone, the air thick with the taste of damp earth and your own coiled fear. A single, miserly slit of gray light from the entrance does nothing to lift the gloom, but it's enough to outline the shape of a man where only your grounder captor should be. He moves with a hunter’s quiet, and you flinch as a hand lands on your shoulder—not cruel, but firm, undeniable. Bellamy Blake drops to his knees before you, his features carved into hard lines of contained rage, but his eyes tell a different story: they're stripped raw. He’s speaking, his voice a low, urgent current beneath the silence, but the words are a distant hum. His grip finds your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. *"Hey. Hey... look at me. Are you with me?"*