@prisoner219​  asked:   SAM AND RAVEN???? OR JUST SAM???? OR JUST RAVEN??? ANYWAYS YES   /   send me characters and/or dynamics & i’ll tell you with what i associate them with,  accepting

sam  &  raven:   the   contrast   of   oil  paints   &   motor   oil,   blood  dripping  on  a   painting,   calloused   skin,   worn   out   pages   of   a   love  story,    the   pleasant   acoustic   of   an   empty   room,   linked   fingers,   when  everything  is   quiet   and   you   can   only   hear   your   hearbeats,    tangled   limbs,     the   sound   of   laughter,    the   warmth   of   summer   rays,   blushed   cheeks,   an  earthy  green   (   warm   but   nurturing  )

sam:   dirty   paint   water,    the   sound   of   a   quiet   rain,    leaves   rustling   &   making  up   a   melody,    flowers   pressed   inside   books,    the   feel   of   a   canvas,    guitar   strings,    a   warm   orange,    wood   lines,    the   smell   of   coffee,    a   fuzzy   blanket,    heart   spilling   over   fingertips,   smudges   of   paint   where   you   wouldn’t   expect,    a   tight   embrace.  

“no, okay?   no.    that’s way too risky, and i’m not letting you do that.    i won’t agree to it.”    // @prisoner219​ didn’t ask for this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

she left without so much as a warning  —  it was an instinct if anything,  but she realizes now that she can’t do something like that now that she was involved with sam.  he’s done a lot of good things for selene,  and it was tricky for her to recognize it’s genuineness in the moment when she’s not used to a kind hand.   but it meant that she needed to talk with him rather than flee at the first sense of her own evasiveness.    “  i’m sorry,  sam  —   i didn’t . . .   ”     she’s stuck on the words,  and she moves to sit next to him on the makeshift bed,   taking his hands into her own.    “  i run when i’m afraid  —  it’s not . . .  it’s not okay.  it’s not fair to you.   i don’t want to see you get hurt because of me.   and so i thought it’d be better if i wasn’t around.  ”

even in hiding,  selene believes that there are good things in this world.   the sound of the creek in the distance,  the different stars up in the sky and how far away they seem,   the wildflowers that grow just outside of the home she’s built for herself.     but there are no smaller pleasures than the moments that she gets to share with sam.    she’s never been one to enjoy the silence,  but she’s finding it’s not as frightening as she was once believed it to be.   just under two decades on the ark prior to being cast onto the ground   ( 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲,  as she likes to phrase it )   had left her to fear the worst,  and to not trust the silence that hung in the air.    so although in the beginning it made her restless,  it was slowly becoming more and more easier to bear:   focus on his breathing,   the silent sounds of the paint gliding across the canvas.    she knows better than to try and break the silence,  but just as she’s about to open her mouth to say something,   he turns the canvas he was so focused on towards her to reveal his work.     

he’s been giving updates per clarke and raven’s instructions when he’s able to, but the news he has to deliver today doesn’t go to either of them. he knows that they’ll have a reaction to it like the rest of their people, but he knows the impact it will have on sam. his eyes close as he works to gain the courage to share what he learned, but it’s not just darkness that greets him. if what they’re going through right now is anything compared to what the mountain men did to him, echo, and the rest of the grounders, they’ll come out with more than just physical scars. he was lucky to be rescued by maya, but he will get the rest of them back too. 

“some people were taken before I got here.” he finally says, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. he knows the benefit of keeping things from the people he’s in charge of, but this isn’t one of those scenarios where he could justify it. there’s nothing sam can do, so maybe it’s cruel to give him something to ruminate over, but he knows he’d rather be informed. “peyton and harper were among them.” anger courses through his body, but so does determination. “i don’t know where they are, but i will find them and bring them home. i promise.”