Skyfall ☾Flarke AU [SLOW UPDATES]

1; if i lose everything in the fire

Saturday, 10:46 AM

Clarke's fingers hovered over the blank page that was on the blueish quilt covering the bed. Her eyebrows furrowed lightly as she finally pressed the pen she was holding against the paper, trailing it down and ending her move in a curve. She smiled at the result, proud to have finally managed to draw the perfect line after all of her attempts.
Five minutes later, her drawing was taking the shape of the face of a woman, having similar features to the girl herself. She was going to keep drawing, until the phone laying next to her vibrated, hinting someone texted her. Her eyes immediately flew on the screen, only to discover a message from Wells, her best friend, asking if she was free to hang out.

"Clarke, are you coming?" A feminine voice then called from downstairs.

Pulled out of her thoughts, the blonde girl quickly closed her drawing pad and shoved it into her bag, along with the pen she used to draw with. It was an old pen, and it held a heavy backstory. Her dad, Jake Griffin, had given it to her when she was only a kid for her 7th birthday. Seeing how much arts captivated his daughter, he thought getting her a pen from his trip in Africa would please her; and it did. She had never used it before, but today was different. Today marked the one year death 'anniversary' of her father — if we could call that an anniversary, — and she missed him too much. A year ago, she woke up to her mother in tears, still holding the phone. As the minutes passed she managed to understand what had been happening, and learned that her father died in a shooting happening in San Fransisco, which also brought death to 12 other citizens. He was on a business trip for a week, and she would never understand why her father was taken away from her by the unfairest way. Why did he have to be there the exact day of the shooting?

Without waiting any longer, Clarke picked up her phone and went on hers and Wells's conversation.

Clarke: I can't I'm sorry, going out with my mom this afternoon :|

Wells: that's alright, prom dress shopping? ;)

Clarke: hah hah, yes, wish me luck!

She typed, before making the screen go black again. "I'm coming!" She yelled from her room, putting on a pale blue fabric jacket. She grabbed her bag as she made her way out of her room, tossing it behind her shoulders. Once she got downstairs, she headed to the kitchen, where her mom sat around the table to sip a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," Clarke mumbled, not necessarily wanting to get involved in a conversation with her mother on this particular day. She usually wouldn't mind, but today was too painful to possibly talk about something related to her father. And knowing Abby, her mother, she was positive she would mention him at least once.

As Clarke was making herself cereals, Abby spoke. "How are you today, sweetie?"

"When are we leaving?" The blonde shortly replied.

Abby stared at her daughter some more, understanding her new founded attitude of this morning before glancing down to her watch. "What about 11?"

"Eleven sounds good to me." Clarke said, pouring milk in her bowl. When she was done, she turned around and sat in front of her mother, keeping her eyes glued onto the containing of her plate.

In all honestly, she felt like her entire body suffocated. She couldn't really think about something that wasn't her father, but every memories felt like a sharp blade slicing across her chest. And today was the day that she was going to get her prom dress, something her dad kept seeing as a father/daughter activity. So how was she supposed to suppress the thought of her father from her mind?

3 YEARS AGO

"And the guy who'll take you to prom is better ask me permission first!" Her father teased, his eyes sparkling with life.