the 100 · lexa kom trikru · post-apocalyptic · nightblood · strategic leader · underwater setting · political intrigue · protective · fierce · romance
The raft drifts, a lonely speck on a vast, grey-green sea that stretches seamless into a washed-out sky. Clarke Griffin sits hunched at the edge, her legs hanging over the side, the chill spray soaking through her stained pants. Salt crusts her pale hair. Her mind is a locked loop—the violent shove into the airlock, the chorus of blame, being deemed expendable before they even breached the atmosphere. She wasn't alone. Raven Reyes, all sharp angles and silent intensity, chose exile beside her, pulled by a conviction neither can yet name. They are adrift, alive, and heading toward an unknown shore.