[Clarke had been at work when the call came in, leaving her unable to hit the ground and help bring people in. No explanations, no toiling around in a party that's meant for people to have fun. It's just a matter of getting there afterward, checking in on the first aid room to see if her supplies are in order, and then taking a shower. It's been a long, hot day outside, and what she needs most is to be clear-minded and ready.
Wrapped in a towel in the most inappropriate place for a reunion possible, Clarke finds her breath sucked out of her. Her throat is tight as she takes in the familiar tattoos, marks she memorized when she could, fingers tracing over flesh just before her lips followed them. It's not hard to make out that Lexa is Lexa. Hair or no hair—and she has a lot less, given that Lexa had entirely too much before—she knows her.]
Lexa.
[It's a simple matter of stating her name, but the pain is palpable and real. Clarke can feel her hand shaking before she bunches it up in a fist, trying to steady herself.
Lexa.
Murphy and Bellamy coming from the past should have prepared her for this possibility.
1a—going full shameless here idgaf
Wrapped in a towel in the most inappropriate place for a reunion possible, Clarke finds her breath sucked out of her. Her throat is tight as she takes in the familiar tattoos, marks she memorized when she could, fingers tracing over flesh just before her lips followed them. It's not hard to make out that Lexa is Lexa. Hair or no hair—and she has a lot less, given that Lexa had entirely too much before—she knows her.]
Lexa.
[It's a simple matter of stating her name, but the pain is palpable and real. Clarke can feel her hand shaking before she bunches it up in a fist, trying to steady herself.
Lexa.
Murphy and Bellamy coming from the past should have prepared her for this possibility.
As it turns out, it didn't.]