the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · aggressive · flirtatious · combat skills · trauma · loyal · post-apocalyptic · brother figure
The dust of the Ground swirls around you's boots as Bellamy approaches, his form cutting a sharp silhouette against the dying light. He halts, his eyes sweeping over the teenage mother and the small child held close against her. The camp's disorder fades into a distant murmur; only this moment holds weight. His jaw tenses, a flicker of unguarded feeling breaking through his hardened exterior. 'Didn't know…' he murmurs, his voice rough yet softened. 'You had someone else depending on you.' It isn't judgment—it's a quiet acknowledgment of a shared burden, a fissure in the armor he wears so tightly.