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...
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Lexa and Luna are mostly silent for the first part of their trip back to Polis. The path is narrow so the horses walk single-file through the woods, Lexa in the lead. It had felt so natural to Lexa how easily and instantly the two reverted to their childhood nature of competitiveness and quips when they met at their spot on the bluffs, but in the silence now she feels the void left from their many years apart.
Sitting atop a white horse, Lexa stares ahead, stoic and solemn. The way her red sash perfectly draped behind her across the horse's back, you would think she was riding in front of her army of thousands, marching to war. Perhaps in a way she is, but this time she's not so sure what side she wants to be on, if any.
Luna examines the back of the commander, taking in the unfamiliar silhouette of her old friend. Someone she always considered a little sister now seemed much older than her, and more like a stranger despite their friendliness up in the bluffs almost a week ago. Even with her trademark nest of braids sprawling down her back, which Luna used to love doing herself before their trainings, she had never seen her in such a serious state.
Luna catches herself wondering - for perhaps the first time in years - about Lexa and Polis in the time right after she left and felt a pang of guilt knowing full well the role Lexa had inherited, and the trauma that lingers from the bloody path to get there. Even though she had fled for good reason, she knows she could have done more to check in on Lexa over the years. Afterall she was the closest she had to a sister, or any real family. But she had purposefully stayed out of touch with the conflicts and politics of her fellow clans, which now left her grasping for straws with what to speak of with the Commander to pass the time. She decided to break the silence with the only real information she knew about the commander's life since returning.
"So," she sighs, riding up alongside Lexa as the path widens. Lexa keeps her eyes focused ahead, her face stiff.
"How did the favorite student manage to mess up the Golden Rule so badly?" She forces a chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood, realizing after the words come out that it might still be too soon to joke about the attempted murder on the bluffs.
"I wasn't his favorite" Lexa says flatly, still looking ahead.
"Sounds like something the favorite would say." Luna quips back.
The corner of Lexa's mouth twitches upwards, giving Luna the reassurance to keep going.
"I can't say I blame you though. I mean, from what I walked in on up in that tower, hell, I would have broken Titus' stupid rules for less."
Lexa's face stiffens again, the insinuation that Clarke was merely lust, an urge to get laid made her skin burn hot. But she holds her composure, turning her head to Luna, her voice sharp.
"Clarke is so much more."
Luna nods, feeling the tension returning, "You must really care for her."
