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“Alright…let’s get you cleaned up, shall we? You must be exhausted.” Myriana said as she brushed Lexa’s hair back and started to walk with her down the hall.
“Thank you..” she nodded, grateful to freshen up after her long journey. “I would not object to some rest.” Lexa felt comfortable enough to admit. A show of vulnerability, but knew it wouldn’t be used against her.
“ a form of celebration, where all of your people and mine will be there, a form of bonding to start to learn of each other’s traditions, to learn one another, it should be something to honor those who have been gone, to also celebrate those who are still here , “ Clarke pauses as Lexa is agreeing to it, a smile lingering on her lips, “ we all have to learn so much about one another, we came from the sky, things were not easy there, we may not have had so much blood loss but we also lost people, there were rules and punishments for those breaking it. We should this time change the rules, no more blood for blood, all of the clans becoming one”.
As the sky people had landed in their territory, regardless of the fact they had been in need, most demanded them to respect their culture. To acknowledge their traditions, by accepting it as their own. Lexa agreed with Clarke, it was a good decision, to learn about another. They often studied their enemy, so they could use it as advantage in battle. This, was to form a strong alliance. Skaikru could teach them their knowledge, from which they would only benefit. “Then a celebration we shall have. We will honor those we lost.. together.” it would be different, as they usually mourned when the threats had faded. But perhaps doing this together, would earn trust among their people.
“ Traits that seem to be on a few people, he could have asked for something in return, he never did, he only seemed to be able to protect her, “ even love her Clarke added on her mind, remaining silent while listening to Lexa talking, hands folding over her chest as she then carried on to say, “ it’s important that it is you that will lead them to peace, if the clans had another as leader, peace would never work, you have a caring heart Lexa and it has shown , that is one valuable trait on a leader, being compassionate and not entirely cruel”.
“My people...we have not survived for so long, if we showed kindness to those who are guilty of crimes. Our living conditions are simple. Anyone who disobeys, will face the consequences --- usually torture, depending on his wrong doings, before death. We had to keep our people in line, but Linkon... he always has been different. His first instinct was to try and communicate. I have always admired him for that.” she had tried, but being a nightblood she had to make choices. Ones she didn’t always wish to make. “Not long ago you called me heartless.” she teased, her lips curling in a small smile.
Beck didn’t sit. The door to the interrogation room swung shut from behind them and claustrophobia immediately began to claw at her throat like some poor, drowning sod trying to scale his way up the walls of a well. She didn’t voice her discomfort, and she did what she could to mask it, but she still couldn’t make herself sit. She did prop one leg up on the seat of the chair, however, and toyed with the ends of her golden hair as she carefully regarded Lexa.
She was many things: a thief, a con-artist, a dog lover, a wanderer, a singer, and even a photographer at times. She was not a control freak. Still, it dug at her to be completely powerless. If her childhood and her shattered relationship with her brother had taught her anything, it was to never let herself be backed into a corner. Right now she was very much in the corner and Lexa definitely had all of the control. The cops were bigger than her, stronger than her, and outnumbered her by far. Beck knew nothing about them and if they decided to throw her in chains or lock the interrogation room and never let her out, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. She didn’t like that at all.
“Damn. I’m not your first, I’m not your most memorable, it almost sounds like I was just some normal, every day drunk.” There was good humor in her voice but a nervousness in her eyes that betrayed her easy tone. Beck plastered a smile on her face; something she was well versed in doing even when extremely uncomfortable. It was charming, but the gesture didn’t reach her eyes.
“Normal for you, normal for anyone else, not for me. Like I said I usually stay away from alcohol so—thanks. I could have really fucked myself over.” Beck tried to shrug, but it looked more like a twitch. She gingerly touched her side where a rather nasty bruise was blossoming like a spring flower; unfurling dark, ugly shades of purple and green along her pale flesh like pedals. “A scrape, a bruise. I’ve had worse. When I was a kid my dad bought me a pony and that little fucker threw me straight into the fence. I’m tougher than I look… My only regret is you were deprived of the chance to see my real moves.”
“I wouldn’t count out most memorable.” she corrected her, though wasn’t entirely sure if she was trying to make Beck feel better, simply add to the teasing or if she truly did count their encounter from the previous night to be her most memorable. Her beauty had definitely stood out --- the blonde locks, those intense blue eyes and a very nice body to match. Although it was behavior mostly that was fresh in her mind. Most definite not her first drunk, but Beck was the funniest and charming in her flattery.
“Unfortunately in my line of duty I do encounter many who are intoxicated, or high from drug use.” by various reasons. Some were addicts, others sought for a way to block out the horrible memories of what they had committed. Too many than one thought was those being forced, slipped in without being noticed. Not to mention every now and then someone would pretend, in hopes to be over passed. Not that it ever worked.
Lexa was curious. The blonde’s behavior was anxious --- like some caged animal. It was clear Beck was uncomfortable, and she wondered why. Some did react to being in an interrogation room. Even when they were innocent, it was intimidating. Although usually it was because they had something to hide. Or perhaps the other woman had a bad memory from the past, which was resurfacing. There was no reason for her to be suspicious. Sure she was positive the wallet had been stolen, but it was returned. All was in tact. So it was nonsense to really make a big deal out of it.
“No problem. Glad I was able to help.” and not someone else had found her. Beck had been an easy target, so Lexa was grateful it had been her, and she could take the girl home. Safely. It made her feel better, knowing the other was out of harms way. “Yeah.. that can hurt. I used to ride a lot myself.. not so much anymore. But I know all about taking nasty falls. I never once doubted you were..” if she was right in her assumptions, Beck had a fiery personality. “Your real moves huh.”
We can’t run …
“Bitch, you touch my shit, I will crack you open like a coconut.” | Fear The Walking Dead s03e14
Alicia VS The Infected in “This Land Is Your Land ”
“Alicia, can you hear me, over?”
The blonde eyes fluttered open to sunlight pouring in through her window. For a moment she forgot about the previous day. She noticed her roommate hadn't come home last night, not anything out of the ordinary. Clarke stretched her arms above her head sitting up in her bed. Grabbing her phone she turned it on to look for the time when she saw the text. Lexa.
The previous day’s event came flooding back into her memory as she read the text over. Clarke's classes were in the afternoon so she hadn't set any alarms, thinking she’d wake up if Lexa had texted her. Obviously, that wasn't the case. Luckily the sunlight woke her up in time. 9:53. Enough time to get ready.
Clarke began typing, hoping Lexa hadn’t made other plans, ‘Hey, sorry I fell asleep before I got this text… You are pretty busy if you stay up that late! Anyways I’d love to meet for lunch around 11. Do you have any place in mind? I don’t know many around here.’ Clarke read over the text three or four times, making sure it sounded right before hitting send. The blonde found herself worrying as she began to get ready, glancing at her phone so she would miss another text.
Getting little sleep before the following day was not uncommon. A few hours, was all she needed to recharge, as had become of habit. Usually staying up later than most, as she worked on her studies. The mornings she rose earlier, often went on a run to start her day. Not many would be up and about, giving her the freedom. Working her muscles, breathing in the fresh air and soft music playing in her ear, was how she enjoyed starting her day. She would be awake and alert before class.
The blinking cursor stood eagerly in waiting for a new line to be typed, as her attention was on her professor, as he was in a small discussion with one of her classmates who had provided an answer and was now explaining herself as to why she believed to be correct. Although she preferred not to use her phone during class, but always had it with her in case of need, she saw the screen lit up with a new message. Clarke. Still half paying attention, she opened the thread. A small smile formed, as she read the girl would want to meet her for lunch.
‘It was rather late, Clarke. I would have been more surprised if you hadn’t. I was. The mountain men had thought starting the new semester off by pranking us was the best way to go. They were mistaken. Then lunch it is, and I do have a small restaurant in mind. The food is amazing, and I’m positive you will enjoy it. It’s called Tondisi. The owner is a tough lady, but wonderful when you get to know her. She runs a tight ship, but it will be worth it. I will see you in about an hour then.’
“ Linkon meant a lot to Octavia as well, one of the reasons my mother helped him out, he is a good man, helping Octavia when needed, we could not let him die, “ Clarke pauses, a breath taken then another as she is listening to Lexa talking, a hand running through her hair as she is carrying on to say, “ no it is not, you bring so much hope Lexa, your determination to do right by your people and mine, I have more faith now that peace is something that can happen, “ Clarke pauses, as a soft smile is lingering on her lips. She knew more of her people would agree on it, that also would be those that would be oppose to it.
“He is. Honorable, loyal and courageous.” she agreed, and was grateful his life could have been saved. That their medical knowledge, had allowed to give the care he needed. Whereas they would have relieved him from his pain, believing it was unable to be cured. “I have known him for a long time.. I was.. relieved.” it was foreign to her, to speak about her feelings, but she trusted Clarke. Felt more comfortable to tell and acknowledge of how she had felt that day. “I know it will not be easy, but it’s not impossible. It will be difficult, trying to make them see what we already have. I have faith, that we will.”
“We work together then to make the future better than the past and the present, to make sure no more families will face the loss of their beloved ones , we honor those lives by doing better for the others, “ Clarke pauses sucking a deep breath as a hand is running through her hair, she could not dwell on the past anymore, she had to move forward, maybe there was another way they could celebrate the dead, to honor them, “ we should do something for that, to better move on do something to honor those souls that died, if you agree with it that is, “ Clarke pauses once more as her hands are folding over her chest.
The subtle tilt of her head indicates she is giving thought to what Clarke is suggesting. Eyes trace the beautiful features of the girl standing before her, trying to understand what the sky girl could possibly want. Lexa agreed, that those passed should be honored. Even if loss was mourned once the battle was over, they should not be forgotten. She, hadn’t forgotten Costia. She would be remembered, till the say she took her last breath. “We give peace to those who have passed.. release their spirit. Yet.. I do not believe that is what you are asking of me. You wish to.. hold some kind of celebration? To honor their lives. It is not custom for us to dwell, but I see why we could not.”
“You’re a tough kid.”
Alicia Clark | Fear The Walking Dead s03e09
“We die as quickly together as we do apart, I need to find a way to live for myself, and I can’t do that running in fear.”
