Clarke didn't care much for the stars above her.
She grew up surrounded by them, staring at the glowing orbs out the windows of the Ark. They weren't all that special, just spheres of dying light thousands of light years away.
She never looked up at the night sky. She had seen enough of space to satisfy her for the rest of her life. Others would ooh and ahh over the constellations and the comets streaking across the sky.
It wasn't until Bellamy strolled past her on patrol with a look of wonder on his face that she even bothered to crane her neck upwards.
The sky was lit with sparkling stars, seemingly trying to outshine each other. The Milky Way was a bright slash across the black velvet backdrop. The moon was a sun in its own respect, casting a milky glaze over the ground.
Clarke turned to study Bellamy again, who was still staring up. The moonlight shrouded half of his face in shadow, while the other half was bathed in pure ivory light. Each of his freckles was pronounced, forming their own constellations across the tops of his cheeks and bridge of his nose. His deep brown eyes seemed to glow, reflecting the starlight, or perhaps emitting their own luminosity.
Bellamy must have sensed her gaze on him, for he shifted and the veil of whimsy disappeared from his features. "See something you like, Princess?"
She rolled her eyes and headed back to her tent, feeling her cheeks warm slightly.
Clarke may not have given a damn about the stars in the sky, but there was nothing more precious to her than the stars in his eyes.