Death alone is not a concept she finds unbelievable -- that Clarke has come from a future she hasn't experienced. When compared to the novelty which surrounds them in this place, of the new scars and bruises and disorientation... She takes Clarke at her word. Death is a known inevitability for her as Commander. She has imagined it so many times, it does not scare her. More troubling is what she sees in the other woman's reaction.]
It's all right, Clarke. It was my time.
[Her voice is lower, gentled, as she steps forward and closer into Clarke's space. Surely, then, Clarke knows what else has happened between them if she hails from a future time. No longer posed as if on the end of an invisible thread, tensed with desire -- Lexa reaches to touch her, if allowed. Palm to warm cheek. Unaware of what touch incites, the empathy bond suddenly floods between them, Lexa's calm acceptance like a deep well, alongside affection and concern. Both brighter, hotter, and more insistent.
Comforting Clarke over her own death feels both inevitable and completely natural. The blue glow that blooms to life over their sternums, however, isn't. She's startled as she draws back her hand.]
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Death alone is not a concept she finds unbelievable -- that Clarke has come from a future she hasn't experienced. When compared to the novelty which surrounds them in this place, of the new scars and bruises and disorientation... She takes Clarke at her word. Death is a known inevitability for her as Commander. She has imagined it so many times, it does not scare her. More troubling is what she sees in the other woman's reaction.]
It's all right, Clarke. It was my time.
[Her voice is lower, gentled, as she steps forward and closer into Clarke's space. Surely, then, Clarke knows what else has happened between them if she hails from a future time. No longer posed as if on the end of an invisible thread, tensed with desire -- Lexa reaches to touch her, if allowed. Palm to warm cheek. Unaware of what touch incites, the empathy bond suddenly floods between them, Lexa's calm acceptance like a deep well, alongside affection and concern. Both brighter, hotter, and more insistent.
Comforting Clarke over her own death feels both inevitable and completely natural. The blue glow that blooms to life over their sternums, however, isn't. She's startled as she draws back her hand.]
... What is this?