― 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕. ❝ she is made of bullets; shrapnel. i am solar flares and soft lips. better creatures could love me - but now they'll have to get through her. ❞ or, in which harley murphy wonders when her son is going to set. the 100 s3-4 , octavia blake x fem!oc.