fragile | clexa

chapter two

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Lexa put the food her guards brought in on the table carefully. The blonde didn't seem to be planning on moving, so Lexa told her there was food for her, and that she could eat as much as she liked while Lexa would change and wash the light paint under her eyes off.

The slave hadn't moved when she came back. Not the biggest surprise.

Lexa pursed her lips and looked at the girl with a furrowed brow. "What's your name?"

"Clarke," the girl said with a small voice.

"Well, Clarke, you have a beautiful name. And you have to eat a little, okay? It's not healthy not to eat, and I'm sure you're hungry. Do you want to join me for dinner?"

There was no response for the first few moments, then Clarke seemed to remember Lexa's request of answering honestly and she nodded slightly. She seemed anxious, even more so than she had before Lexa had gone to change.

"Good," Lexa said with a soft smile. "Can you walk yourself?"

The blonde nodded again, managed to stand up and then paddled over to the table when Lexa started moving too. Lexa kept her eyes on Clarke, to make sure she wouldn't faint from sheer exhaustion in the next few seconds, and that seemed quite reasonable because Clarke's legs were shaking by the time she'd managed half of the way.

Then, she just stood in front of the table.

So Lexa sat down first, and once she'd sunk into the comfort that were her chairs, Clarke sat down next to her. On the floor. The blonde wasn't looking up, only sat there as if waiting for crumbs to accidentally fall from the table, so Lexa took the dishes and put them down on the floor in front of Clarke before sitting down across of her.

"I don't know about you, but we usually don't eat on the floor here," Lexa said, "You can join me at the dinner table next time."

"Yes, master, I apologize," Clarke replied, her bottom lip quivering.

"You don't need to call me that. I didn't 'get you', my flamekeeper did and he will face proper punishment for it."

Clarke nodded. Shyly, those blue eyes flickered up to meet Lexa's for a split second again. "What would you like me to call you?"

"Just Lexa," Lexa said, trying to impossibly soften her expressions now that the girl was looking at her for once.

"Leksa," the girl repeated to herself and looked back down again.

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Clarke only ate a few bites for good measure when Lexa had started eating, so she wouldn't seem rude for not taking Lexa's generous offer or leaving the brunette eating alone. Not that Clarke could have eaten more, even if she had wanted to.

"So- What do you like... want to do? Or need to do? Do you want to take a bath or anything? Or go to a healer for those injuries? Sleep?" Lexa asked nervously after they'd finished dinner.

She looked at Clarke expectantly, but the girl had her eyes averted. "I am yours, He- Lexa. You may do what you like with me, I shall not decide."

"Okay, then I command you to, if that's easier for you. You can choose everything, sleep, eat more, a healer, take a bath, whatever, everything but not choosing."

Clarke's breathing picked up and her fingers started fiddling, but she nodded quickly anyway.

"I would choose to take a bath."

"Good, I will set one up. Would you like any particular soap or scented candle? I've got a few," Lexa offered, but she wasn't surprised when Clarke declined politely. If a headshake could be seen as polite.