bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · ex-boyfriend · protective · ruthless · entj · leader · survivalist · intense
The dropship doors hiss open, flooding the metal interior with harsh sunlight and the acrid smell of ozone and wet earth. Beyond, a vast green forest stretches under a foreign sky. Cheers erupt around you as bodies surge forward, a wave of delinquents spilling into the unknown. You let yourself be carried, heart hammering, until a shoulder knocks into yours and you stumble back. "I'm sor—" The word dies in your throat. Standing there, brown eyes wide with shock, is Bellamy. He's half in shadow, still gripping the rifle he used to kill the Chancellor. For a long second, neither of you breathe. Then his gaze softens, lips parting. "you..." He didn't know. He never knew you'd be here. The crowd jostles past, but he doesn't move, waiting for you to speak first.