Bloody War Paint {"The100" Clexa} *COMPLETED*

Chapter Sixteen

Is it too late to say Merry christmas? Well, whatever.. Merry Christmas!
Has anyone else been binge watching The 100?

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Continuation of chapter Fifteen. . .

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Lexa's eyes locked with Clarke's as Clarke asked desperately "Do you really want to be remembered like that?"

A tear rolled down Lexa's cheek, she turned to look down at Echo and let her sword race towards her neck, as her voice grew strong and she answered with emptiness in her heart "Yes."

The blade of Lexa's sword swished through the air aiming for Echo's  neck. But before it sliced her head off, Lexa's body stiffened.

Echo's eyes were closed and her breath fast as she felt the sharp blade touch her skin, but the fact that her heart pounded aggressively against her ribcage, assured her of the fact that she was alive. Lexa didn't do it. She didn't kill her.

Maybe Clarke's words changed her mind, or maybe the cold hearted Commander wasn't that cold hearted after all. 

A wave of relief overcame Clarke, as she observed Lexa lower her sword. The air was tense, and their heartbeats fast.

"Go" Lexa mumbled as she sat down on her throne in exhaustion. Confused, Echo turned her body halfway around and carefully glimpsed at the Commander, making sure it wasn't some kind of trick.

But Lexa wasn't up to anything. With a quick motion she waved at Tobys, who had entered the tent a second ago. Quickly he nodded and grabbed Echo harshly by her upper arm, dragging her outside.

Silence settled in as Lexa rubbed her forehead.
After a good while she forced herself to look at Clarke, who was sitting up on the ground. A relieved smile ghosted on her lips, and she slowly got up.

Her legs were shaky and she hadn't recovered quite yet, but she used the little bit of strength that was left in her muscles to get herself up and stumbled over to Lexa.

She allowed herself to sit down in front of her. With her piercing blue eyes she looked up at Lexa, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat.

"Echo was the one who made sure I received Costia's head, after the Queen cut it off." Lexa said with an edge to her voice.

Clarke swallowed heavily. She knew Echo wasn't a good person. But she was certain Lexa was. The ruthless Commander could be ruthless in a good way -- if she truly wanted to.

"Hatred mustn't be answered with hatred." Clarke said, her voice surprisingly strong.

"What else should it be answered with, Clarke? Gratitude?" Lexa asked trying to hide the huge amount of frustration in her voice.

"No."

Gratitude was the last thing hatred should be answered with, but hate doesn't eliminate hate.

After a brief moment of silence Clarke answered "Indifference."

Then she got up. And without saying another word she slowly made her way to the fur on the ground.

"You must rest now." She heard Lexa say.

"I haven't seen you sleep." Clarke responded softly, as she let herself sink to the ground with a huff.

Lexa glimpsed at Clarke and observed her lightly patting the spot beside her, inviting Lexa to lie down next to her.

"I have clans to rule." She said and cleared her throat.