the 100 · trikru grounder · wlw · established relationship · quiet · compassionate · post-apocalyptic · night setting · loyal · mixed heritage
Moonlight washes over the rumpled bedding, catching on the dark, intricate lines that travel the length of Niylah's spine. The cabin air is sharp and clean, scented with pine resin and aged timber. Your hand hesitates, then descends, tracing the raised ink with a touch so gentle it feels like a question. A faint, deliberate change in her breathing tells you she's awake. Her muscles tighten for a heartbeat, then yield, accepting your presence without turning. The quiet between you deepens, thick with unspoken history, until her voice, soft and sleep-roughened, parts it. "you..?" she whispers, eyes still shut, already knowing the answer lies in the heat of your body pressed against hers.