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Who: Clarke Griffin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bringguns), Lexa (adamance)
When: Circa the intro log, just after the explosion.
Where: On the edge of the explosion.
What: Reunion times, CW (the TV network ...) drama, and leadering on probably.
Too caught up in what had been absolute confirmation of this not being death—and then beginning the rituals of survival—she hadn't seen Clarke emerge from her pod. Part of this is why she never ended up with scraps of metal before the explosion, and why she's later lamenting her loss in that arena. Just the same, she has other spoils: the sap-colored remains of the plant that had grown tall and tried to smother anyone who approached. She carries them gingerly as she returns, setting them in a hidden spot once she takes to the ruin of pods and embers scattered around.
Just as had been remarked before: Lexa has been at the scene of this before. But here's the filler point, the point that's necessary to mention: Lexa had been just beside Clarke, scarf wrapped around her head. In the distant, through a haze of smoke and people scattering, she sees Clarke again, and finds herself puzzled by her appearance.
After shoving a few deliberate sticks over her destroyed plant, she begins to cross the way to Clarke, stepping around points that seem unstable. Lexa can only assume what she looks like after that: a person who should be dead, a person returning from flames. The Spirit still lies within her, giving her life. (It hadn't been taken just yet.) When she comes to stop before Clarke, there's some relief in her eyes, even if it's unfair to both of them. She had already been taken from her people, and now Clarke is in the same position. It's unfair—and yet, there's still the remnant of their words before they kissed, the thoughts of not owing anything more to their people.
(Even here, Lexa feels as if she owes them. She owes her.)
"Clarke," she says, trying to do her best to make it clear that she isn't some fabrication, some illusion brought forward by fumes and whatever else. "I told you that my spirit would live on. I want it to be clear that I hadn't meant this." She is alive, even if she hasn't figured out how or why.
bringguns), Lexa (adamance)When: Circa the intro log, just after the explosion.
Where: On the edge of the explosion.
What: Reunion times, CW (the TV network ...) drama, and leadering on probably.
Too caught up in what had been absolute confirmation of this not being death—and then beginning the rituals of survival—she hadn't seen Clarke emerge from her pod. Part of this is why she never ended up with scraps of metal before the explosion, and why she's later lamenting her loss in that arena. Just the same, she has other spoils: the sap-colored remains of the plant that had grown tall and tried to smother anyone who approached. She carries them gingerly as she returns, setting them in a hidden spot once she takes to the ruin of pods and embers scattered around.
Just as had been remarked before: Lexa has been at the scene of this before. But here's the filler point, the point that's necessary to mention: Lexa had been just beside Clarke, scarf wrapped around her head. In the distant, through a haze of smoke and people scattering, she sees Clarke again, and finds herself puzzled by her appearance.
After shoving a few deliberate sticks over her destroyed plant, she begins to cross the way to Clarke, stepping around points that seem unstable. Lexa can only assume what she looks like after that: a person who should be dead, a person returning from flames. The Spirit still lies within her, giving her life. (It hadn't been taken just yet.) When she comes to stop before Clarke, there's some relief in her eyes, even if it's unfair to both of them. She had already been taken from her people, and now Clarke is in the same position. It's unfair—and yet, there's still the remnant of their words before they kissed, the thoughts of not owing anything more to their people.
(Even here, Lexa feels as if she owes them. She owes her.)
"Clarke," she says, trying to do her best to make it clear that she isn't some fabrication, some illusion brought forward by fumes and whatever else. "I told you that my spirit would live on. I want it to be clear that I hadn't meant this." She is alive, even if she hasn't figured out how or why.