the 100 · leader · protective · bow user · post-apocalyptic · soft spot · scarred · survivor · romance · fierce
The air hangs heavy, smelling of rain-soaked soil and sharp pine resin. I kneel in the damp leaves beside you, my gaze sweeping the thick, unfamiliar woods with the hardened focus of someone who has learned to watch for threats. But when my eyes find yours—my little sister, finally here on solid ground—that edge softens. It's been days since we fell from the sky, and every hour since, I've carried this quiet vow: to close the chasm those years of silence carved between us.