Lexa's POV:
I'm pondering weather to tell her I am Heda, the commander of twelve clans, or Lexa, the broken girl of 17 winters. If I tell her I am Heda, she may fear me, but I am Heda, I must be feared by all my people to gain respect. But she's not my people. "Lexa, my name is Lexa. I'm sorry this happened to you, but you can trust me to keep you safe now, okay?" I try to sound calm and not meet her eyes as I say this. I try not to be the commander while saying this. I try to be Lexa. Have I really forgotten who I am? No, stop. Remember what happened to costia. That is why you aren't Lexa anymore, that is why you feel nothing. Love is weakness... Right? "I'm Clarke, thank you for saving my ass, but my people are that way," she turns and points behind us, and raises a brow. I can't let her people know we are here, yet. I move my eyes to hers. Those eyes.. No, Lexa, focus. "I feel as though our healers will be more experienced than the yungon at your camp." She furrows her brows at my words. Right, Lexa, English. My eyes widen slightly at my mistake,"sorry, Clarke, I had almost forgotten that you speak gonasleng." "Gone slang?" She furrows her brows even more and I can't help but let out a hearty chuckle, "No, Clarke, Gonasleng is the language you speak, and Trisedeslang is the language of my.. The commanders people." She curtly nods her head. I can clearly see her studying me, her eyes moving across my face, stoping at my warpaint, and then shifting to my eyes. The blue is intoxicating, but I notice a quick flick of her eyes going down. Did she just look at my lips? I decide to take in the appearance of this beautiful girl, studying her fair, white skin, beautiful sculptured face, across to her brows, to her golden hair, then to her lips. I flick my eyes up to hers as she takes a deep breath and instantly winces. I quickly snap out of the trap of her features and decide that it would be better if I picked her up. At this rate we would have to travel for about an hour or so and then make camp, as to avoid the Azgedan soldiers that are no doubt in this area. I quickly move behind her and pick her up in my arms, bridal style. She gasps lightly and tenses up. Most likely of surprise, but then I see her face turn a light shade of red. "You okay?," I ask playfully. "You just scared me, that's all." She replies, hoping to cover up the red in her cheeks she looks away, that's when I notice I am not walking yet. I need to get her to TonDC so she can be healed and returned to her people. That's all you're doing Lexa, don't get attached, you are Heda. Heda has always been alone.
Having her in my arms, I realize how light she is. Dangerously light. She wraps one arm around my neck unexpectedly, causing me to tense. She takes her hand away and utters a quiet apology. "No, it's fine, get comfortable, we will be traveling till dark." She sighs then hesitantly wraps her arm back around my neck and shifts in my grasp. I look at her and raise my brows, silently asking if she's ready and she nods in return. I start walking slowly towards the village that has grown near to my heart since I've become commander. To TonDC.
Clarkes POV:
"Who are you?" It hurts to speak, probably from the bruised ribs I most likely received from the blow earlier. Her eyes meet mine and they seem to be the doors to a furious battle. I'm not sure what for... "Lexa, my name is Lexa." I like that name. Lexa. Hmm. Wait, why is she going to take me away from my people? "Thank you for saving my ass, but my people are that way," I turn back and point the direction I came from. It hurts, but it's bearable. Lexa explains that she thinks their medical would treat me better, she also explains that they have their own language. Treedeslang? Tigedeslang? Trigedasleng! That's the one! I wouldn't mind learning it, but I'll ask later, I have a feeling I'll be gone awhile..
Before I know it, I find myself looking up and down at the girl in front of me. Looking from her worn but somewhat clean combat boots, to her tight yet perfect black jeans, to her hands, which are hanging relaxedly by her side. One hand is covered in a really cool black glove that has some sort of skeletal-looking metal on the top, while the other hand is bare and resting on the hilt of her sword. Her hand looks so soft, but she looks like a fighter, it looks like it would fit in mine perfectly, I move my gaze to her shoulders, one with a large piece of armor, and the other with just her jacket. My eyes reach her neck, then up to her face. Her jawline looked as sharp as a sword, and her cheekbones were high and mighty. Her face paint outlined her eyes in such a way it made it almost impossible to look at the forests they held. Her lips... Clarke, no.... My eyes flick down to her lips, only for a second, and I hope she didn't notice. Oh god please tell me she didn't notice. As my eyes met hers once more, she seemed to be taking in my a appearance as well. Everywhere her eyes went sent heat and chills through my body. Her eyes went from my lips to my eyes and I almost didn't notice. Almost. The wind blows a few strands of Lexa's wavy brown hair in her face, but she doesn't seem to notice, or care. She's so beautiful as a whole. "Clarke. Stop Being a dumb blonde and let her take you to a doctor." My mothers voice rings loudly in my head. She walks behind me and picks me up and I gasp, not only at the sudden movement, but at her touch. I fought the chills to hide the real reason for the noticeable gasp. "You okay?" Her voice is still of concern, but I could hear the smirk playing in her voice and see it on her lips. "You just scared me, that's all." Lies. I was never a good lier. I just hope she can't tell. My arms are starting to get tired so I slip one arm around her neck. I can feel her muscles tense at the sudden contact so I retract my hand and mumble an apology. "It's okay Clarke, get comfortable, we will be traveling awhile." I nod and hesitantly place my arm there again and shift to relieve some of the pressure on my chest. She raises her eyebrows to ask the silent question of "are you ready?" And I nod as she takes me to wherever she plans. I just hope I'm not going to get almost killed, or just killed, wherever we end up...
