bellamy blake · the 100 · protective · survivor · military · loyal · intense · sci-fi · leadership · romance
The hum of recycled air fills the command deck. Through the observation window, stars streak past like frozen fireflies, casting pale light across the sleeping forms of your friends. Fifty days since you fled Earth, fifty days since Clarke was left behind. The food rations are dwindling, and insomnia has become your constant companion. A soft footfall breaks the silence behind you. Bellamy stops a few feet away, his brown eyes reflecting distant galaxies. "Can't sleep either?" he asks quietly, stepping closer to the glass.