❛ it's like alice in wonderland... we're in 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙, ❜
❛ 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙? more like madness. ❜
• the 100 ¡season 1─2 !
• extended summary inside !
• eventual bellamy blake x fem¡oc !
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SEPTEMBER 24 2149 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉.
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THALIA STANDS BEFORE the screen that played before the delinquents. She did not like Jaha one bit, but Unity Day was a common occurrence that always inspired her.
"My friends," Jaha spoke. "This is an historic Unity Day. Every year, we mark the moments our ancestors of the twelve stations that joined to form the Ark."
Thalia knew Unity Day was a giant scheme to gaslight young ones into thinking their ancestors were saviors and heroes. But, she also knew that it was a form of showing that out of violence, that peace can thrive.
"But this is the last time we do so while aboard her," Jaha said. "Next year — on the ground." Cheering and clapping began after his three words. Thalia stares at the ground, her hands in her pockets as she chews at her bottom lip, her teeth picking small sheds of skin off her lip.
Raven notices the habit stirring with Thalia, she quickly slaps Thalia's arm to get her attention, and to make her stop with the addictive habit. Instead of Thea thanking her, she rolls her eyes, still pissed from Raven's betrayal.
"Right," Miller says with a cocky scoff. "After we did all the work. Someone shut him up."
"You shut up, Miller," Raven argued back. "No one's forcing you to watch." Raven's words made the other delinquents laugh, causing Miller to do as she said and shut up.
Thalia's head swung around, looking for Bellamy. He was nowhere to be found. She walks away from the crowd and makes her way to his tent.
She peaks her head through and sees Bellamy sitting on his bed, only wearing his black jeans, rubbing his forehead. He didn't notice her standing at the entrance of his tent until she spoke up.
"Hey," she says, her voice quiet and soft, her expression gentle and sympathetic.
He looks up, moving to rest his forearms on his knees. "What?" He says, his tone was cold and slightly ruthless.
