Fixing Clexa's story to give them an ending they deserved (an *ending, not the journey they deserved). They are clearly endgame but it turned into a bit more of an adult-themed journey to get there so just a warning it takes a slightly dark turn ar...
**Trig translations I switched from the comments to just right after each sentence. Throughout the story: Beja = please ai hodness = my love / niron = love (both used interchangeably as term of endearment)
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(Titus emerges from the bushes behind Clarke)
Before Clarke can turn around to look at Titus, he hooks his arm around her neck in a chokehold, pulling her back against his body. She barely begins thrashing to try and break free when she hears a click and hard metal press against her temple, paralyzing her. No one moves. Clarke is wheezing for breaths grabbing at Titus' strong forearm on her trachea but he doesn't budge.
Panicked, she looks between the two brunettes. Luna is also surveying the other two parties, keeping her face blank, carefully stepping away from Lexa to create a wider angle for herself, but Lexa is locked in on Titus, chin tucked down towards her chest, those green eyes blazing her sharpest death stare at the once father-like figure.
"Heda, forgive me, I did not want this." He speaks, taking a few steps back to add more distance between them, nervously looking over to Luna who is now too far to the side to see in his peripheral. "I begged you....I begged you to send her home."
"Shof op natrona" (shut up traitor) Lexa snaps. Her voice icy and sharp. Clarke isn't sure if she is terrified or comforted by the frenzied rage exuding from the commander, it is primal. Clarke typically found it irresistibly hot to hear the commander bossing everyone around in her native tongue, but the anger is growing more volatile as she visibly sees it coursing through each clenched muscle.
"We finally had years of peace, before they fell out of the sky. Peace only you could have achieved, and only you can keep. I've served four commanders, none have been half as wise, or as strong as you, Heda" Titus proclaims. "They do not want peace with us, they've already begun attacking at the blockade. As long as Clarke is here you will not execute your duty. Beja, Heda, I wish it did not have to happen this way."
"Daun ste pleni" (that's enough) Lexa snarles, her top lip curling with each word. She does not care for his reasoning, but the hairs on her neck prick up knowing there is truth to his words. If not for Clarke, the full-force of her coalition would have descended upon Arkadia after 18 were massacred at TonDC. The invaders would have been swiftly nullified and their years of peace would continue on.
But a blue-eyed sky girl walked into her tent one day with fearless conviction for her people and a better world, and Lexa questions if she ever stood a chance to not fall the way she did.
The news of fighting at the blockade border explains the uproar she was hearing through the walls as they escaped the tower – no doubt blood must not have blood is out of the question now.
"Heda, der's ste time" (there's still time) Titus pleads, "Beja, think of your people."
"She is my people" Lexa's snaps, the conviction and defense in her voice generates a shudder Clarke feels down into her bones. For the first time Lexa breaks her death stare to glance down at the scared blue eyes in front of her - her love - about to be stolen from her. Again. All for the burden of her black blood she never asked for.
