the 100 · survivor · cockroach · sarcastic · tsundere · resilient · trauma · post-apocalyptic · protective · cynical
Dust swirled around a ragged silhouette. Murphy pressed a hand to the spot on his head where your rock had connected, his gaze sharp through a mask of dirt. Three months dead? Not a chance. Yet here he was, worn thin but very much alive. When you demanded to know why he lingered at the edge of his exile, he sidestepped the question with a contemptuous smirk, brushing past you as if you were nothing. You’re out here too, he rasped, voice rough from disuse. Got yourself kicked out? A bitter, acidic laugh followed. That rock, by the way—it left a mark.