Thread: The 100: Will they survive? (Sketchyequine x randomname98766789)

Clarke rolled her eyes as the male insisted on going first. She had never had anyone who wanted to protect her quite like this before, she had just learned that life was tough and she had to fend for herself. That was the way it was. Finn, however, was putting on a protective act, and Clarke couldn't figure out why he cared so much. Perhaps it was because no one ever protected him. Having a drug addict for a mom could do that. Maybe Finn just wanted to give others the things that he had never had. The thought made a ping of guilt resonate through Clarke's heart. Here she was, all high and mighty with her stubborn attitude right after he had caught her and volunteered to drop down into the hole in the ground first. Clarke could still feel the ghosts of his large hands wrapped around her to keep her from falling. Much against her better judgement, Clarke wanted to feel those arms again. They were strong and sturdy. He would not have let her fall, and it made Clarke's heart skip a beat. She ignored him at first as she glanced around the bunker. There were so many supplies here, and not one of them had been touched. Clarke and Finn had just stumbled upon a gold mine, and they were no where near mount wether. Clarke saw some candles on a shelf and smiled when she found matches close by as well. She struck a match on the strip and lit the wicks of a few candles strewn across the room. The fire cast a soft light over every surface. It was almost romantic. By way of the candle light, Clarke climbed half way back up the ladder and pulled down the door, locking it from the inside so that they would be safe at the odd chance anything wandered this way. Finally, Clarke turned back to Finn and strode over to where he was standing. What is it? She asked before looking down to find a small collection of art supplies. A grin broke out on her face as she reached in to grab a box of graphite pencils and a small, leather bound book. Clarke flipped quickly through the pages only to find that the book was completely empty. It would be up to her to bring life to those pages. Well I'll be damned... Clarke whispered before breaking out into a grin. The blonde woman sauntered over to the bed where she lowered her haunches onto the mattress and stared at the first empty page. Clarke hadn't had actual paper since she had been locked up. She had taken to drawing on the walls and floors, but there was nothing better that the sweet texture of drawing paper. Without much hesitation she got started sketching out the outline of the purple flower she had seen before in the forest. The smooth curves and unique textures came back to life on the page while Clarke worked. It was the first thing she could think of that she knew for sure she wanted to remember. It was only a few minutes before the sketch was complete. Clarke gazed down at the paper with a grin plastered on her plush lips. Finn... I don't think you know how much I missed paper. She admitted as she looked up at him. Clarke wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around his broad shoulders and to thank him a million times... but she wouldn't. Sure, he had fought her before, but they had never really made physical contact before that. People didn't just hug strangers. It wasn't the way it was down. As Clarke thought of their lack of physical closeness, she realized the reality of this bunker there was only one bed. The thought itself was enough to put Clarke a bit on edge. She had never shared a bed with a man before. Especially not with a man that she, admittedly, was starting to feel significantly attracted to.