Mortality

❦Sacrifice❦ ***

{ t w e n t y - o n e }

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I forgot how annoying the forest is to walk in, especially when you're in a hurry. Clarke and I's hands are still clasped to help each other balance on this stupidly uneven ground.

Even though Earth has its challenges, it's still beautiful.

"What're you thinking about?" Clarke asks.

"How beautiful Earth is despite its shortcomings. It smells like home, you know?"

"All I smell is dirt," Finn comments.

"That's what's amazing, Spacewalker. Have we smelled dirt in space? Have we felt the wind, smelled the air, felt the sun? No. Which is why it's amazing." I look at Clarke, hoping she'll back me up. She's staring at me, a soft look in her eyes. I blush and look away.

"Can you stop talking? I love the sound of your voice, but I don't want to never hear it again because you ruined it." I roll my eyes lovingly.

"Clarke, if I haven't lost my voice by screaming at Bellamy, I don't think I will."

"You're testing me." I grin

"Yep." The adoring look in her eyes alarms me. It strips me to my core, making me unbelievably vulnerable.

The air changes, and I turn to look at Finn. He looks between us, a look of jealousy evident in his expression. I clear my throat and change the subject.

"So, give me your best pickup lines." Clarke laughs, making my stomach erupt into butterflies.

"Whoever loses has to buy drinks for the next week," Clarke decides.

"We can't even measure a week, Clarke." Clarke rolls her eyes.

"Count seven nights, Everlyn. That's a week." I mock laugh.

"Fine. Finn, you first." Finn smiles and cracks his knuckles.

"Give it your best shot," Clarke urges. He looks at Clarke, looking as if he's going to win her hand in marriage.

"You remind me of my pinky toe," he pauses, "sooner or later I'm going to bang you on a table." Clarke's face turns bright red, and she laughs a little. My heart squeezes with jealousy I don't want to feel.

Oh, it's on.

"Make sure to sanitize before and after. I don't want little Finn's slipping into my soup," I shudder. Clarke bursts into laughter, and I beam in triumph.

"All right, Princess. You're turn," Finn says. He watches her, waiting for the pickup line. Clarke smiles and looks at Finn. My heart sinks.

She's giving her pickup line to him.

I let go of Clarke's hand and step away from her a bit. The action doesn't go unnoticed, and her face falls a little.

"Everlyn," she begins, her eyes turning to me. My head snaps up, and her smile widens at my surprised expression. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" I blink at her for a second before laughing.

"That's so overused, Clarke. But, to answer your question, it didn't feel pleasant." Clarke proceeds to laugh, and Finn can't help but join in. "Try again."

"Make it fast. We're almost at camp. Plus, Everlyn still needs to go," Finn urges. Clarke taps her chin before a small smile forms.

"Okay, how about this," she looks at me again, "my magic watch says you don't have any underwear on."