Knight {B.B} (2)

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Spacewalker (8,1)

True to her word, just as Tyra arrived by sundown, Lexa was already readying around to send a fleet of scouts in search for her, but immediately stopped giving orders once she spotted her figure heading inside the tent.

Tyra bowed her head at her. "Heda."

"Leave us," The scouts surrounding Lexa all exited the tent, leaving the two women alone.

"I was beginning to believe you had run off with your friend." Tyra dropped on a cot placed in the corner of the room, removing her coat as she went.

"I am offended you trust me so little, sister." Lexa dropped by Tyra's side, unclipping her armour.

Tyra losing her clothes and Lexa losing her armour was their way of losing their roles in the hierarchy. Lexa without armour was no longer the Commander, and Tyra without her coat was no longer the fierce warrior.

They were just two women in search for something their jobs and blood never allowed them to have, a peaceful life.

"I know that look he had."

"Don't start, Lexa." She chuckled, while Tyra grabbed a wet cloth from a nearby bucket and began wiping at her arms, as Lexa rested her head on Tyra's lap.

It was a typical thing for the two to have a gentle talk after harsh days. Occasionally they'd talk about what they'd seen, other times Lexa would ask for her opinion on matters that she couldn't have asked beforehand, and vice versa.

It was a typical occurrence in Polis, and even outside the sky people's new settlement, things had not changed.

"I'm just pointing an occurrence out."

"I'm a warrior Lexa, love is a weakness in our world. And I do not have time to deal with weakness."

Lexa turned herself around, droplets of Tyra's water falling on her face while she played with the fraying edges of Tyra's curls.

She better than most understood what happened when you loved someone in their positions. It only ended in death.

"Can I re-braid your hair?" Tyra shrugged, so Lexa took it as a sign of agreement and sat up, undoing the braids by the sides of her face with a skill she had mastered only a couple of years prior.

They fell into silence as Lexa began tightly wrapping her hair in on itself around her face once more. Her hands doing quick work at the job while Tyra finished clearing her face.

"I showed him the book."

"You must trust him." Lexa finished her first braid, tying it tightly next to Tyra's head.

"No, I don't."

"Then why did you show him the book?" Tyra didn't have an answer, she merely huffed in annoyance.

Whatever was going on between her and Bellamy, was not something she'd call trust. Trust would be blindly handing someone a sword and believing they would not stab you, no matter the circumstances. But Tyra knew that if she handed Bellamy a sword, he'd stab her just to save his people, and she'd do the same to him.

How could she trust him knowing that information perfectly?

"I agreed to the truce, as long as they handed me Finn. Do you think they will agree?" Thankfully for Tyra, Lexa had changed the topic from her inner turmoil. But she only switched it to her own troubles that pained her.

That was how they sometimes functioned, trying to ease the other's pain and support the other enough until they'd stand up on their own.

"No. They will do everything in their power to stop it, even go to war if need be." Lexa tied off Tyra's second braid, inspecting her work, which was significantly neater than the thin braids Tyra had attempted on her own.