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

It did not matter how beautiful the Earth looked. It did not matter how gorgeous the flowers were. It did not matter how peaceful the sunset appeared. This entire day, nothing was more attractive than watching the reaction on Clarkes face when she discovered the art supplies. While the young man was no art savant, it appeared there were multiple canvases and types of paper or pads to use for drawing and painting. Something that Finn enjoyed in life was seeing people he cared about reacting to a stimuli they were passionate about. For example, when he would provide gifts for birthdays or holidays, just seeing the reaction on peoples faces brought him joy. Call it clich, but it was true Finn just enjoyed making others happy, even strangers. While he did not consider Clarke a complete stranger anymore, he understood how they had not known each other very well yet. That could change, though it had to change. Regardless, Finn just felt himself become warm and happy when Clarke reacted the way she did. It was magnificent in every sense of the word. He would give anything to have a picture of that moment because of how pure it was. Standing near the doorway, Finn silently admired Clarke as she sketched something. While trying to make it unobvious that he was watching, Finn kept himself busy by slowly searching through other drawers and items in the bunker. Once Clarke finished drawing, he turned attention towards her and offered a smile. Do you mind if I see what you sketched? Finn questioned, genuinely interested in seeing Clarkes creation. Though he never took a major interest in art, he could still appreciate the beauty and talent in Clarkes drawings and sketches. Hell, it made him jealous when he thought about it. Finn had never been so talented at something in his life. Slowly, the dark-haired man sauntered towards the bed and tentatively sat onto the edge. The logical nature in Finn told him to offer Clarke the bed and take the couch for himself. Yet, at the same time, Finn wanted to share it with her. From this angle, he could clearly see the sketch of a flower and it brought a smile to his face. Wow. I know I told you this already and this isnt news to me but youre so good at drawing. I really like that sketch. Taking a minute or two, Finn just sat and waited before making his next move. Glancing towards the beautiful blonde, Finn decided to sneak his idea towards her. So, when we get some sleep, I was thinking we could both use the bed. I mean, its big and it doesnt have to mean anything. I know some people dont like that, though. If you prefer we dont share it, you can take the bed and Ill use a chair in here. But, like I said, sharing is caring, right? Plus, itll be much warmer if we sleep in the bed together. Finn hoped this was the right way to approach the issue. While he clearly made his stance, he did not push it onto Clarke. It was not something a man that tried to get into her pants would have said. He was clearly respecting of her boundaries but would not let that overshadow him at least suggesting it. Plus, he slipped some flirtation as well since it appeared to go over nicely earlier. Regardless, if Clarke opposed his idea, Finn would not fight her. If she accepted the idea, well, who knew where the night would lead?