The Fluff Farm

Hey, belated and somewhat less than properly edited, I present my gift for my lovely Clexa Secret Santa, @myloveforclexaisunreal. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, it’s been a pleasure getting to know you! <3

The bells on the front door jingle as Lexa enters the house, despite being muffled by the juniper wreath. She shuts the door quickly, but a swirl of snow still manages to sneak in. Knocking clumps of snow from her boots, the brunette quickly slips out of her heavy winter coat, reveling in the house’s warmth.

“I’m home!” She hollers, grinning when she hears the responding thunder of small footsteps down the hall.

“Nomi, nomi!” A tiny child in elephant pajamas streaks down the long hallway to be swept up in her mother’s arms and spun around, shrieking with delight. She has wild hair and green-grey eyes and a bubbling laugh that always brings a smile to her mother’s lips.

“Who let you out of the kitchen?” The woman teases, “Only food comes from the kitchen, I guess I’d better gobble you up! Omnomnomnomnom-”

Lexa lowers her head to her daughter’s dark curls, swinging her from side to side. She rounds out her assault by blowing a raspberry on the child’s cheek, at which the young girl laughs even harder.

“Nomi, I’m not a food!”

“Then. Why. Are. You. So. Sweet!” Lexa laughs, punctuating every word with a kiss and then lifts her up to sit on her shoulders, picking up her grocery bags and walking toward the kitchen. “Well if you’re not a food, then I guess you’re one of momma’s helpers! What’s she cooking up in there?”

Another flower crown edit by @jayenator565

Lexa: It is I Lexa Kom Trikru, Commander of the blood red rose bushes