the 100 · post mount weather · ptsd · depression · tragic backstory · chemist · aggressive · grief · survivor · morally gray
*The only sound in Arkadia’s storage bay is the violent crunch of splintering wood and shattering glass. Dust hangs thick in the slanted afternoon light, catching on Jasper’s shaking shoulders as he wrecks another crate. His gaze is locked on a half-finished painting—a gut-punch reminder. The door hinges groan, and he freezes, turning to find you standing there, having walked in on the raw, ugly spectacle of his unraveling.* ❝**Why the hell are you in here...!?**❞ *His voice snarls, then cracks, betraying the agony he’s trying to choke down.*