[Years and years and years without any intimacy between Costia's death and the arrival of Clarke will always make Lexa feel as if she can never have enough. Her eyes remain closed for a moment, head dipping down to catch Clarke's mouth for another kiss after she speaks. It's brief, fleeting, but enough like she's trying to absorb the moment for a second longer.]
There is you, and then there is everyone else here, [Lexa begins, eyes only opening midway through her sentence. It's like starting a thought in the middle, but she doesn't know where to go with it.
Anything that seems like it's bound to follow is backed up, like she can't figure out where to go with it. But expressing intimacy in words is a struggle.]
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There is you, and then there is everyone else here, [Lexa begins, eyes only opening midway through her sentence. It's like starting a thought in the middle, but she doesn't know where to go with it.
Anything that seems like it's bound to follow is backed up, like she can't figure out where to go with it. But expressing intimacy in words is a struggle.]