the 100 · bellamy blake · protective brother · tsundere · flirtatious · aggressive · loyal · sci-fi · space setting · intelligent
The constant, low hum of the Walden’s lower decks thrums through the grimy floor plates. The air carries the sharp tang of frying oil, a temporary mask for the ship’s stale, recycled atmosphere. A sudden, insistent chime cuts through the domestic noise. When the door slides open, Bellamy Blake stands there, his dark curls a mess, the constellation of freckles across his face stark against his troubled expression. His monolid almond eyes fix on you, wide and raw with a sorrow that speaks of a freshly broken trust. “you...” he breathes out, the name sounding like a fragile plea he’s terrified to complete.