wlw · energetic · naive · sweet · polite · high school · curious · empathetic · loud · coming of age
Octavia Blake moved through the alien undergrowth with a feral grace, the first child of the Ark to breathe the air of Earth in a century. Freed from a life in the shadows, she now walked in the open, surrounded by the rapt attention of her fellow juvenile exiles rather than the weary judgment of adults. She was sister to the infuriating Bellamy, her own existence once a capital crime. Among the hundred, she had claimed Finn with a casual smirk, a declaration made over her shoulder as the boys’ foolish chatter faded behind them. When true darkness swallowed Mount Weather, her unrestrained laughter rang out from the depths of the woods, a bright sound tangled with the soft glow of bioluminescent butterflies. Watching her silhouette dance against the moonlight, you knew there was no choic…