Our Journey (the Fourth Book in the Her Weakness series)

Chapter 47

Lexa's POV

After the fight, Clarke and I both agree that we do not want to go out again later while we sit next to each other in the stands of the arena. We are tired from the fighting, and what I would want to do if we have the energy would be going to the beach. And while that sounds lovely, it would include a lot more walking than I would like and probably some swimming. So I think we will do that tomorrow, assuming Clarke and I are not still too tired.

Clarke and I cuddle up with each other, not minding each other's sweatiness. We have gotten used to it by now. Octavia and Raven, on the other hand, seem to be having the time of their lives. They are fighting with sticks they must have found somewhere, using them like swords. It is like watching an over dramatic play, what with Raven pretending she actually gets stabbed whenever Octavia hits her with the stick.

Octavia's getting very "into it" as well, making her own swishing and clanging sounds even though swinging the stick at a high enough speed actually does produce a swishing sound.

Octavia (predictably, since she has been trained by Indra herself) wins by pressing her sword to Raven's neck.

"Surrender or perish." Octavia threatens, unable to keep the amusement from dancing in her eyes.

"Never." Raven says and lifts her stick again as if to fight more.

Octavia drags the blunt tip of her stick along Raven's neck like she is slicing her neck. It makes me smirk when I recognize how she has done it. Anya taught me how to slit throats, and if that were a real sword, Octavia would have done it perfectly.

Raven gags dramatically, using her hand to mime blood spurting out from her neck. She falls onto one knee (keeping her braced leg out straight).

"Oh! I die, I die. You have slain me." Raven cries dramatically, flopping backwards. She lets her tongue loll out of her mouth and stares unblinking up at Octavia.

"Chill, Macklemore, it's a stick." Octavia chuckles, poking Raven's side with her shoe.

Raven looks up at her with an indescribable expression before she bursts out laughing. "Mac... Macklemore?"

Octavia's cheeks flush. "I was trying to think of Macbeth! I don't know, that was the first Mac I thought of!"

Raven wheezes in her laughter, rolling around on the floor and clutching her stomach. "Oh, Macklemore, you have slain thee!"

Octavia kicks Raven's side again but Raven just rolls away from her halfhearted attack, cackling the entire time.

"What is a Macklemore?" I whisper to Clarke.

"Some rapper, I don't know much about him." She admits.

"And a Macbeth?" I ask.

"A play by the famous playwright Shakespeare. I've never seen it, though."

"Alright. I believe I have heard of him." I say, nodding. "He used to be famous in what you call Old Earth, yes? His plays have not been lost, but they are barely decipherable. He uses almost incomprehensible language. I tried reading one of his plays when I was younger to see if I could figure it out. I could not. And it was an odd story."

"Which one? Do you know?" Clarke asks, curious.

"I do not recall the name. It was about children who were supposedly in love, but ended up committing suicide. It was quite odd."

"Romeo and Juliet! Yeah, that was weird. It was one of those tragic love stories or something." Clarke shrugs.

"They were children, I would hardly consider it a love story. More like an attraction where they thought they were in love and got incredibly invested in their relationship. It was a desperate grasp for a kind of love and acceptance they were not get elsewhere. And I do not like tragic love stories. Love should be a happy thing, not tragic."

Clarke hums in agreement. "Yeah. Tragic love stories suck. I'm glad ours isn't like that."

I soften and kiss her forehead, then her nose, and then gently capture her lips in mine. I pull back slightly when we are both slightly out of breath.

"Ours will be a story for the ages like them, but not tragic. A happy ending, a difficult journey, but one that is worth it." I murmur.

"Float me, I love you so much." Clarke says, leaning in to kiss me again.

A few minutes into it, I feel something small hit my face. I ignore it and continue kissing my beautiful future houmon (spouse). It is a soft kiss, a gentle one that we do not need to deepen. Our noses brush gently as I change the angle of the kiss and something else hits me in the face.

I pull back and look over to see Raven aiming something else at us. She puts on a faux innocent expression and tosses what she was going to throw at us behind her.

"What was that?" I ask, brushing off my face in case it left anything behind.

"What was what?" Raven tries to act like she's innocent, wide eyed as she looks at us.

"What were you throwing at us?"

"Throwing? I wasn't thro-"

"It was pebbles." Octavia answers.

Raven withers under the force of Clarke's glare. "Why?" Clarke asks.

"Because I'm hungry." Raven explains.

"So you threw pebbles at us? Instead of talking to us like normal people?"

"... Yes?" Raven says.

Clarke huffs in amusement and stands, offering me her hand. I take it and stand as well. We walk to Octavia and Raven, and Raven steps behind Octavia, like she thinks her girlfriend will hide her. Octavia shakes her head at her girlfriend.

"Let's go before they decide to make you dinner." Octavia says.

"That sounds wonderful, I'll meet you guys back at the place thing bye!" Raven rushes out.

With that, Raven runs away, out of the room. Clarke and I exchange an amused look and begin walking with Octavia, who brags about her win against Raven the entire way.

Wow this chapter was a mess? Like talking about Shakespeare, Macklemore versus Macbeth (that actually just happened with me, I was trying to think of Macbeth and thought Macklemore and I thought it was hilarious so I added it in), stick fight, pebble throwing... Next chapter, do you guys want me to move on to the next clan or do you want me to write the beach? I can do either! Thank you all for reading and for your amazing comments! Stay awesome!