fragile | clexa

chapter eighty three

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Two weeks later and Clarke and Lexa had the same kind of morning as for the last month- together. Clarke's bedroom at her parents' place was long fixed, but Clarke couldn't find herself wanting to go back these days. She visited them nearly daily, but nothing could compare to waking up next to Lexa every morning and going to sleep in her arms every night.

That one morning, things were only normal for the first hour at most. They woke up together, took a few minutes to cuddle before facing the day, Lexa showered and Clarke took her medications- and that was it. Usually, they had breakfast together too and after three days of Lexa having to go early and coming back late, she had promised Clarke to have breakfast and dinner together that day.

Now, Lexa seemed to have forgotten all about her promise. She put on clothes, armed herself with a dagger and called a maid to braid her hair.

Clarke huffed watching them together. She could've made plans for that morning too, if Lexa hadn't promised her some time together.

And yes, she knew that Lexa's work was important. She knew that Lexa's work was life-changing, life-saving. If there had been an emergency, Clarke wouldn't have batted an eye. But like this? When Lexa spent more and more hours of her day working, never even telling Clarke what she was up to exactly? It did bother Clarke the one or other time, especially because Lexa had distributed the work differently now.

The Heda was only available for emergencies and politics of the highest matter now. Since Clarke would know if there was any of that stuff, she had become more and more curious about what Lexa was even doing when she was off working. If there were only occasional meetings and training sessions with the nightbloods, what was Lexa up to all day?

It wasn't like Clarke was suspecting anything bad, except maybe that Lexa was overworking herself again. Neither did she expect the Heda to suddenly prioritize her girlfriend over everything else, especially after she had already done so for all these months in TonDC, but she wasn't asking for too much if she asked Lexa to prioritize her girlfriend over something.

Lexa had made a promise, after all. And how could it be that Clarke was ready to share everything about her day and Lexa only replied to questions vaguely, if at all?

If Clarke hadn't enjoyed sleeping in a bed with Lexa so much and getting good morning and good night kisses, she might have decided to go back to her family earlier, because that was all she got all day.

Okay, maybe she was being unfair. It wasn't like Lexa didn't care anymore or wasn't as sweet as ever. But still, Lexa was leaving without breakfast, about to work on whatever probably until late the night, and it made Clarke equally mad because Lexa was prioritizing work over Clarke over and over again, and concerned because well, it wasn't just about Clarke. Even with Clarke out of the equation, Lexa still didn't eat and slept less in order to work more.

It was like Lexa sensed the tension, because after getting her hair braided and putting her boots on, she looked over at Clarke, who was sitting on the bed with somewhat of a pout, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You're leaving for work early again. Instead of having breakfast with me, which you promised, by the way."

"Oh. I'm sorry, crap, I'm not leaving for work. I'm getting ready to take you out for breakfast."

Clarke raised her brow a little unsurely, tilting her head. "Is this just a good save or are you serious?"

"I'm serious. I'm so sorry that I worked so much these last few weeks, I was working on something and I'm done now. Well, mostly. I wanted to show you."