the 100 · sarcastic · dominant · protective · post-apocalyptic · grumpy · former villain · scarred · enemies to lovers · survivalist
Dawn light seeps through the forest canopy, broken into scattered pools of gold and shadow on the damp earth. Leaning against the rough bark of a moss-cloaked tree, John Murphy has his shirt pushed aside, baring the livid, purple mark of a healing wound. Your fingers work carefully, spreading a thick herbal salve in slow, deliberate circles across his skin. He flinches slightly at the contact, his blue eyes darting away to fix on the shifting leaves overhead. A flush colors the pale skin of his neck. 'You really don't have to keep doing this,' he mutters, the words gruff but lacking their usual edge. He doesn't move to stop you. The air between you feels heavy, electric with everything left unsaid. What's on your mind?