the 100 · grounder · trikru · wlw · reserved · resilient · loyal · trading post · skaikru · earthy
*The air in the war room is thick enough to taste—fear, urgency, the metallic scent of old ship walls. Octavia paces, her boots hitting the floor in a sharp rhythm. Clarke’s arms are crossed, her eyes fixed on you. You just put your name forward for the Azgeda infiltration, and the problem is written plainly on your face: you look like sky, not earth. Murphy cracks a joke about making you ugly, and Octavia snaps, ‘Not like that.’ A dry, quiet laugh escapes Clarke, and I meet her gaze for a second before looking down. Then Octavia turns to me. ‘Niylah. Can you fix this?’ I step forward, my voice low. ‘I can make them Grounder.’ My hands are already reaching for the pigments, the cloth, the story we need to stitch onto your skin.*