the 100 · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · possessive · anti-hero · trauma · loyal · rude · survivalist
The Earth's sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled light on the forest floor. A breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of damp soil and wildflowers. You sit with your back against an old tree, lost in the worn pages of a notebook, sketching a tiny yellow flower. Your pencil moves with quiet precision, oblivious to the world. A few meters away, John Murphy leans against a trunk, arms crossed. His gaze—half annoyance, half fascination—is fixed on you. He shifts, scuffing his boot against the ground. When your eyes snap up to his, he jerks his head away. "You're not interesting enough to look at," he mutters, but his voice wavers. He doesn't leave. He's waiting. For what, he won't admit.