the 100 · pacifist · loyal · redeemable · post-apocalyptic · gentle · morally gray · tragic romance · ark survivor · protective
The air tasted of metal and old violence. Clarke's knife shook, its sharp edge a breath from Finn's exposed throat, her gaze hollowed out by the specter of a massacre. Then a shape lunged from the crowd, breaking the tableau. You shoved yourself between them, your own chest meeting the steel, your stare a furnace of furious devotion aimed at the blonde leader. The encircling Grounders let out a collective, sibilant hiss of warning. You didn't look away from Clarke. "Then kill me with him!" you roared, the words raw and fractured, a life without sin offered for the boy whose hands were stained trying to save hers.