METAL BIRD. (autoplay)

                     She knows she is not welcome - that much is clear. But Lexa could not help herself for slipping inside the tent. Eyes flick to the work bench, and she has the overwhelming urge to fidget with something, but she allows herself nothing more than a small squeeze of the hilt of her sword. “I —came to apologise.” The words are softer than she intends, but they do not waver, and when Raven’s eyes find her, Lexa forces herself to meet them. 

                              The commander’s response is greeted with a suspicious look. As much as Raven still wants to tell her to leave her the hell ALONE, Clarke would want her to at least hear the other’s piece. Then decide if she would accept an apology. “You know you took away the only person who has ALWAYS been there for me right?” Her voice was as thin and tight as copper wire, strained from an effort to not yell or cry. “Finn was the one good thing I still had left, but you had to FORCE everyone to play by your rules. You would have done WORSE to him if Clarke hadn’t--” It still hurts to think about that night. She pushes the memory from her head. “And you wouldn’t have felt a DAMN thing. I don’t think you can feel, Lexa.” 

                           She does not know what to expect on the other side of the tent, but she enters regardless. A physical threat she can handle, verbal she deserves. But she gets neither, and the young heda is actually surprised that Raven used her name, and not an insult of some kind. Perhaps they are finally moving past that. “I see that.” 

                        Eyes remain trained on whatever new project she’s been occupying herself with; if she looks up at Lexa, she knows she’ll just become angry. Still, her presence puts Raven on edge. “So,” she started, voice still cold, “unless you’ve got a reason to be here, I suggest you let me work in peace.” Fingers uncharacteristically fumble with her work and , frustrated, she looks up at the other with a stone expression.

As a brow raised, the corner of her mouth quirked upward into a smile she tried her best to CONCEAL. “Finn, what do you  think you’re doing?” mid-question, she  could no longer hold in her LAUGHTER.

There was a mental list of those Raven figured would continually come into  her tent while she was at work to talk. Bellamy, Clarke, Monty, the grounder commander was not one of these people. After catching a first glimpse of her, she fixated her eyes on her current project and refused to look up while she addressed the other. Her voice was blunt.

                 “I’m busy right now, Lexa.”