What are you offering besides tissues?

part 2 with caitvi hugging/kissing each other instead of their plushies this time

lowkey obsessed with drawing them smiling and happy, my pookies :(

Day 70 cleansing the #caitvi tl

Medusa and The Blind Woman

Act II

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Lexa watches from her little nook made up of nothing more than a rickety chair and table as she takes in the form of her newfound resident half-hobbling toward the nest of leaves that takes up the better portion of what used to be her lounging room. 

Clarke leans heavier on her stick than usual, less using it to find a path for herself and instead wobbling with it as more of a crutch. Her steps are slow and lopsided as she lowers each foot with delicate precision, wincing with every inch forward.

"What's the matter?" Lexa finally asks when she can't take the staccato hisses anymore. 

Clarke startles but recovers just as quickly. "Oh. You're still up.”

“Yes. What is the matter?”

“Huh?”

She releases an annoyed sigh because despite all evidence that Clarke shows whenever she mercifully doesn't feel like talking, Lexa is painfully aware she is, in fact, not deaf as well as blind. 

"I asked, ‘what is the matter’."

"Nothing," Clarke says, sounding strained and tired as she takes another hobbled step toward her bedding. "All good here. What's the matter with you?"

"You're limping."

"Just taking my time."

"Clarke."

"Medusa."

Lexa fails to swallow the rumble of her growl. "Fine then." 

Her words are snipped. The matter all but settled in her annoyance as she goes back to her work of stripping the bark from stems and saplings she'd gathered earlier that morning. 

What should she care about this obnoxiously stubborn intruder to begin with? 

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Heda by Kate Trish

Photoshop CC, 2016

http://katetrish.tumblr.com

You know, my father taught me about trust. He told me if I wanted it, there were three things I needed to do: Be honest, even if it means telling a self-righteous windbag that her breath smells like a cesspool. Be patient. Mm, still haven't cracked that one, but being tied up still helps.

14 year old daughter: