I CHOOSE LIFE.

finn only smiled.  nope, he was keeping this secret a little longer, at least until tonight.  he’d just have to make sure she didn’t have any other plans.  unless everything he knew about teenagers and gryffindors and girls – and teenage gryffindor girls – was wrong, her friends were probably planning something too.  but he wanted this to be special.   he had even convinced cedric diggory to sneak him a pair of brooms, and bought her favourite sweets at the last hogsmeade weekend. 

so he shrugged and was grateful for a change of subject.  her hand was warm and he was happy to let her tug him this way and that.  “ten things?  all right. one, sleeping.  two, going to a quidditch match.  three, eating.  four, going with monty and jasper to the greenhouse.”  did professor sprout know?  he wasn’t sure.  and certainly wasn’t going to ask.  “and… saving the best for last, five through ten all involve raven reyes…”

well that was just rude.   she rolled her eyes in response,   clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she let out a sigh.   she’d get it out of him somehow,   even if it meant resorting to unfair tactics.   one might have called it cheating,   raven would rather describe as utilizing her god-given talents.

    not a bad different.  that applied to everything, he thought. 

    finn had the look of someone who had recently lost an unhealthy amount of weight and then gained back enough to look almost average.  when luna found him he was probably not far off from death.  either through exposure or starvation or thirst.  or all three, or more.  but he was better, and trying to do better.  trying to be better. 

     “i cooked the first night you were here.  that wasn’t too bad, was it?”  of course, there was only so much you could do with fish sometimes, and he did miss the roasted fowl and game from when he’d been at the dropship, but… life here was what he needed.  he could go without.  a small smile flitted across his face. 

    “i hope it’s good for you too.  luna’s… she takes care of us.  i trust her.  she saved my life.  lexa’s idea wasn’t… i was barely alive when she found me and brought me back here.”   he pulled the rest of the sweet fruit, carefully wrapped, from the inner pocket of his jacket and offered it to her. 

    now that he’d started talking, he couldn’t stop.  “i–i’m sorry.  about everything.  i lost sight of everything when i got sent down here.” 

❛   it was good.   really good.    ❜    she answered quickly and without thinking,   her head bobbing along as she looked away.   she assumed that she could be playful,   that she could joke,   but perhaps they weren’t there yet.   she hoped that one day they would be.

it was good,   not just the cooking and the accommodations but actually being there.   she felt safe for once as they floated atop the sea,   even her fear of drowning wasn’t enough to cause her discomfort.   ❛   thanks.   ❜   she accepted the fruit with a small nod,   holding onto the treat rather than immediately popping it into her mouth.

her brows furrowed followed by a slow blink,   confusion obvious as she continued to glance at him.   she hadn’t ever expected an apology,   she had assumed they were far past that,   but she had seen it as genuine       she had no reason to assume otherwise.

[ text: rae 💘]  i’m sure, i like riding around on it anyway [ text: rae 💘]  well i love you so there. [ text: rae 💘]  we’ll stop somewhere on the way back and get food.  or i can cook. [ text: rae 💘]  be there in 20 ❤️

                    ❝it is.❞ clarke makes sure to point that out with a smile, especially considering raven’s the hardest working person she knows. ❝i guess we’re both just that type.❞ she also knows that raven won’t take no for an answer at any stage, so there’s no point in trying to ignore her request. looking at her for a moment, clarke can only sigh. ❝okay, fine. where are you taking me?❞

watch as history repeats itself. ruination. survival. invaders. again they come from the sky to destroy what little has been gifted from the earth. boots trample lush ground that has done nothing to wrong them. paradise lost. already, without firing a single weapon, they’ve damaged precious life with their ignorance. what little hope she had rekindled begins to diminish, but wasn’t it always meant to happen? if not them, then evil was bound to claw its way to the surface. the hate pounding in her chest coincides with the collision impact felt as she watches the second ship land. a hesitant step forward. she WAITS. how long exactly is lost to unease. had they gone? when senses begin to return, she pushes aside overgrowth to gain a better view of her situation- –of what is to come. sight causes her to clutch at the tangle of leaves & vines under palm. the action itself is enough to give away her position, but she finds her muscles motionless. 

( damnmechanic )

[ text: rae ]  I can use the neighbor’s motorcycle to come get you ;) [ text: rae ]  your mom already hates me, can’t make it any worse right? [ text: rae ]  have you eaten yet

[text: rae] Hey, what are you doing? Do you want to come over? @damnmechanic