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short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

clexa abo two three-shot | my ao3

Part 2

Hope dies sooner in Lexa’s heart than she would ever admit to Clarke. Her neck is adorned by Clarke’s mating mark, her finger shines with the ring of their shared matrimony and her heart beats with devotion and love for her alpha. Clarke shares with her all but love. Lexa knows of homes with so much less where still the laughter of a child is allowed to ring through out the halls. The excitement of their first shared heat and rut lasts but a brief moment, and Lexa barely basks in the glow it gives her. Six days with the door of their bedroom locked, no fabric other than the silk sheets touching Lexa’s feverish skin from the moment it closed, allowed to stare and take in Clarke’s form fully, her alphas attention solely on her, fully and undoubtedly on her.  Her alpha.  Hers.

☆ "You keep looking at me like I should remember you. I'm sorry. I'm trying."

☆ "They told me who I was. I don't recognize that person at all."

☆ "You loved someone who wore my face. I don't know if I can be them again."

☆ "Don't tell me everything at once. Let me find some of it myself."

☆ "I know I'm supposed to feel something when I look at you. I'm waiting for it."

☆ "You're a stranger to me. The saddest part is I can tell I wasn't to you."

☆ "My hands remember things my mind doesn't. That terrifies me."

☆ "Everyone keeps telling me who I was. Nobody is asking who I want to be."

☆ "I fell in love with you twice. Once before and once just now."

☆ "You kept everything. Every photo every letter. What do I do with that kind of love?"

☆ "I don't remember our history but I remember how you make me feel. Is that enough?"

☆ "Don't grieve me while I'm still standing here. I can't bear that."

☆ "I lost my past but I still have a future. I'm trying to focus on that."

☆ "You're the only thing that feels familiar and I can't explain why."

1. borrowing misery from future

2. carrying grief of the past

Whereas the reality is far more like