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 can't bring herself to get out of the shower.
The water has long run cold, but the way it pours over her skin is soothing. Standing in the shower has become her new meditation, the only way to clear her head free of the the voices from the flame. She breathes in quick bursts, as the cold shocks her lungs closed as if she jumped into the river in the winter.
Ontari had given her no answers, after two days being left out in the elements, guarded 24hrs a day, given a bare minimum of food and water. Lexa chose to delay her public execution, hoping to find out anything she could from her without having to ask Clarke. It was conflicting, not wanting to actually know, but also feeling like she needed to.
The girl and her perpetual grin simply gave Lexa the same cycle of answers over and over, referring to Clarke as princess, saying Clarke 'had a new Heda now', and that even if Ontari isn't able to fulfill all the promises she made to Clarke, they 'will always have the memories of their time together'.
Lexa eventually lost her composure, unable to continue showing restraint and unleashed her fists on the girl until she was unconscious, her body hanging limp from the restraints on the post she is tied up to.
She just needed to know. Anything. It was driving her crazy and she was caught between assuming the absolute worst, and in denial that perhaps it wasn't so bad and Ontari was just saying whatever would get under her skin. Clarke might just need a little more time.
Clarke's comment to her this morning is preoccupying her as well. Just the thought that Clarke was under some impression Lexa had intentionally not gone to look for her right away...the commander balls up her fists and almost punches the shower wall, instead she places her hands out in front of her, leaning against the wall as the water continues flowing down on the back of her neck.
When she finally gets out, she doesn't bother drying or braiding her hair. She dresses and takes the elevator down one level, where she paces the long hallway, working up the courage to go all the way to the door at the end of the hall.
Lexa hovers without touching the door, straining to hear any noise coming from inside. She just barely tries the handle enough to discover that it's locked, hoping it goes unnoticed if Clarke is in fact awake inside.
Just let me in, Niron. Please.
Please just let me in.
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