.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ you often found yourself daydreaming while literally doing anything, from your daily tasks to basic routines. daydreaming for you was an important part of your life, it made time go faster & it slightly brushes away the current circumstances-- the situation of the grounders & how will everyone eventually have to deal with it.
you usually sat back while the others took decisions, that was when one time you presented some designs of new schemes to improve the security of the camp to the leaders, bellamy & clarke. from one design to another, you were added to the duo as an authority figure, & mostly ensured safety & getting people to listen.
& how you sometimes stared in his eyes for a little too long while he's praising your designs, or giving you tasks to get done, or rebuking you-- despite your complete accommodation of his words, you just liked being stubborn for the hell of it.
& that was when he wasn't hesitant to bite back. multiple arguments, disagreements, hell-- it even got physical sometimes, & you had to hold your tongue from saying something like 'you really have to get mad when last night you were over & everything was okay? what's wrong now?', but, in reality, he had never been inside your tent, & it was only in your head.
you daydreamed excessively about his egotistical, grumpy self, & didn't care that he practically hated you now, he was always on your mind. it sometimes becomes so vivid you don't even remember that it was only a fantasy.
currently, you were both on the second floor of the dropship, where all weaponry & stuff necessary for survival were kept away from public access. you were mapping out the area around with a charcoal pencil that the three of you went out to explore, hoping to find something.
"really? the river wasn't even located near there. give me that," he scoffed, grabbing the pencil from your hand, drawing over your own lines as he let out a frustrated sigh.
"I thought your mapping had to be good based on your designs, guess I was wrong." he glanced up at you