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A soft humming echoes throughout the room; the lullaby is left unsung, words lost to time, but the melody remains. It's a message, passed down from mother to daughter, her own daughter to son, and now brother to sister.
As he holds the girl in his arms, he hopes he can convey this last message from his mother to his sister.
His sister never got the chance to know her, never had the chance to be held in her arms as she rocked her to sleep, or read books on ancient Rome to by the candlelight. She never knew of how their mother always smelled like lilies and jasmines, how her favourite colour was pastel pink, or that she made the best hot cocoa on rainy days.
She never got to know their mom, to feel her love, and he can only hope that this lullaby is enough.
As the song comes to an end, he presses a soft kiss to her temple where a scar is beginning to fade. He traces the scar with his finger, careful not to put too much pressure for fear of further injuring his baby sister.
He places yet another kiss to her tiny hand. To him, no amount of kisses could make up for the seven years he's lost, no amount of hugs or love could rewind the clock just so he'd be able to spend a little more time with the baby, but he would do his best to show her how much he loves her now that she's here.
With each kiss, he hopes it's the magical true love's kiss needed to wake the princess. No one ever said that the kiss had to be romantic, and the love of a family is as true, if not more so, than that of a lover.
He strokes her hair once more, watching as the girl opposite him absent-mindedly braids a lock of their sister's hair.
She weaves the strands, focusing on creating the perfect braid. Little Taev always loved it when her sister did her hair, wanting the girl to do all sorts of intricate hairstyles but beaming all the same even when the hairdo fell short of a ponytail. Maybe, she thinks, the little girl will wake up once she finally gets it right.
So she practices.
Clarke had taught her how to twist the hair, creating the pattern needed for the braid. Occasionally, she'd ask for help, be it untangling the long strands or taking over because her arms had gotten tired.
This time, she asks for a band. Pulling the hair through and tightening the elastic, the braid stays in place. She grins sadly at the room's occupants, receiving small smiles in return.
Clarke can only pat the younger girl on the back in encouragement. She knows how hard she's worked on it and how patient she's been while waiting for her little sister to wake up. She can't imagine what she'd do if it had been her own little sister, or if she were as young as Hope.
She takes a second to squeeze the sleeping girl's hand, sending a small prayer for her to wake up soon.
It's been a month, two weeks and three days since the accident.
And she feels something squeeze her back.
She gasps, turning to the smaller hand in her own, watching it, willing it to happen again.
Her shock catches the attention of Bellamy and Hope, each looking to the girl before following her line of sight to the intertwined hands. They watch as it twitches, quickly clasping the older girl's hand before going lax.
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She's Mine
Fanfic"No, you're not." Diyoza cuts in, her voice laced with fear and uncertainty. "You're not taking my daughter away from me." "She was my sister first." He reminds them. "But you left her all alone, didn't you?"
