KP

we are the same height :)

I'm so crotchety about this anon because I WROTE AND POSTED THIS AND TUMBLR DELETED IT WITH MY BLOG.

but that's not your fault so round 2

Clarke is absolutely, unequivocally the blanket hog in the relationship.

Lexa will wake up in the middle of the night, shivering and groping for the covers that have mysteriously vanished in the middle of the night. More often than not, she will look over to see a blonde tuft of hair sticking out of their linen duvet, a Clarke sized lump sleeping obliviously in the middle of the warm cocoon.

Lexa used to grumpily tug her corner back out of the blonde's sleepy grasp before she realized that took more time than it was worth- a spare IKEA duvet is now folded neatly at the top of their closer for this particular purpose. So on the nights that Lexa wakes up to Clarke happily snoozing in her burrow of blankets, she wanders over to their closer to tug the duvet off the shelf and tucks it around herself before dozing back off.

Lexa opens and closes drawers in Clarke's desk absentmindedly, looking for a candle lighter. She blushes slightly when she leans in to inspect at a closer distance what looks like random line drawings. A blush infuses her ears, tracing its way down her neck as she makes out a ballpen curve of a hip, the pert swoop of a breast, all communicated through one unbroken black ink line.

She reaches in a hand to pull out a creamy swarth of papers, shifting through them quickly to see herself, communicated in all different mediums.

rough pencil sketches, watercolours where the forest green of her eyes bleed into the soft fibers of the paper, usually the only colour in the drawing.

full on oil pictures, charcoal sketches of her back, the line of a delicate shoulder blade in stark relief against the paper.

the very last one was simply a miniature watercolor of her sleeping, with Clarke's handwriting simply titling it "my love", with a date from a few weeks ago in the bottom corner.

Lexa pages through them silently for a long moment before neatly tidying them up, closing them carefully back into the drawer.

She ties her hair up into a ponytail as she meanders through the house, looking for her beautiful, sweet, artistic girlfriend.