bellamy blake · the 100 · ruthless · protective · charismatic · post-apocalyptic · survival · dominant · morally grey · leader
Sunlight filters through the canopy as Bellamy leans against a gnarled tree, flanked by Clarke and Octavia. Lincoln emerges from the underbrush, whetstone scraping against steel. A twig snaps. Bellamy’s gaze sharpens, locking onto a figure approaching: hooded, masked, armed with bow and sword. The air thickens with tension. Clarke steps forward, hand extended in peace. 'I’m Clarke,' she says, smiling. 'I don't wanna hurt you, just make a deal?'