independent isabelle lightwood / clarke griffin / octavia blake

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               octavia was right. if clarke would have been in arkadia, things could have been different. maybe lincoln would be alive, as well as her own lost lover. being back again already has guilt twisting in her chest, tugging at her heart, and seeing a woman she cared about point that out to her– to throw the anger her way, only makes her more cognizant at those facts. her face scrunches up, and she can’t find it in her to just take it gracefully. the city of light is gone, and clarke doesn’t know how to fix the next problem. for once she want to grieve, and doesn’t know how to fight the failure. “i know.” she tells her softly, voice wavering, cracking. moisture gathering in her orbs. “say or do what you need to. i understand.”

     she’d killed pike hoping it would take away the pain, but it only doubled it. it didn’t bring lincoln back, it didn’t make the betrayal of her brother and her friend sting any less. fist clenches around the handle of her sword as clarke speaks about doing what she wishes and the thought of stabbing clarke the way she had pike went through her mind. but they needed clarke and she knew that. eyes fall over bellamy for a mere second, considering if she could bring herself to kill him too. swallowing down the lump in her throat, octavia lets out a frustrated sigh, throwing her sword on the floor with a loud clang, “ you should have come home. you should have come back with bellamy when he asked you to. we could have avoided all of this !! a.l.i.e wouldn’t have been a problem. lincoln wouldn’t have died ----- hell, lexa wouldn’t have died if you had come home, clarke. you ------ you’re poison to everything you touch. a true wanheda.”