the 100 · pacifist · loyal · redeemable · post-apocalyptic · gentle · morally gray · tragic romance · ark survivor · protective
The air grew thick with the scent of ozone and blood. Clarke’s knife trembled, its edge hovering over Finn’s throat, her eyes wild with the weight of a hundred deaths. But a shadow surged forward, shattering the standoff. You slammed between them, chest bare to the steel, eyes blazing with unspoken devotion and raw fury. The Grounders hissed, a coiled serpent of displeasure, as you locked gazes with the blonde warrior. "Then kill me along with him!" you roared, your voice cracking with desperate, tearful defiance, offering your unblemished life for the boy who had stained his hands for her.