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...
This chapter is 4 sections, the first and last are Clarke. As with Clarke's prev. chapters, **TW/Content Warning** for Aggressive threats, hints/insinuations of SA...overall threats of violence. I do think it's rather mild, nothing is explicitly described really but still want to be sensitive due to the subject matter. I will mark the start/ends of the two worst sections with ******* and do a general recap at the end.
Bit of time jumps here, I try to keep it linear and show where we are at though so hopefully it's not too confusing.
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Ontari had washed her face clean on her way back to the cave, but when she emerges out of the tunnel into the cave, it was hard to miss the cuts along her arms, the bruises forming on her cheeks. Clarke's heart skipped momentarily at the thought of someone finally being nearby, of Lexa being close to finding her.
Her eyes must've looked too hopeful.
"Oh sweetie, she's not coming." Ontari sneers when the blonde sits up in the bed, still unable to lay her hands all the way in her lap so they hang off to her side as she shifts her back against the headboard.
Clarke narrows her eyes, hoping she's getting better at reading the girl, "You're full of shit." She snarls.
"Yeah? Then why'd she send the coward and the baby nightbloods instead of coming herself?"
Clarke doesn't want to give the girl an emotional response, she had to be lying. Just trying to get a rise out of her.
"Why would I trust anything you say?" She asks.
"Then don't." Ontari shrugs, "Ask Lexa yourself why she's got two less trainees next time you see her. That is if you ever see her again. Since it seems she won't come find you herself I might need to go pay her a visit once she's back in Polis, since she's clearly not coming back to your little hideout cabin."
"It's only a matter of time, she's coming for me." Clarke doesn't know if she's just trying to convince herself more than anything at this point, feeling her chest tighten, the doubt starting to creep in.
"Being commander will always come first. You thought she'd drop everything for you?"
"Shut up." Clarke snaps.
"Did you think you were special?" Ontari jeers, "Lexa's reputation is no secret. I doubt there's a female warrior in her army that hasn't warmed her bed at least once. It's all that bald bastard would allow her after her precious Costia. All that....frustration....has to go somewhere." Clarke can't look at Ontari's smug face anymore, that fucking grin triggers her more than anything these days.
