#gr1ffn

sister ,     where     are     you ?     it     is     soldier's     job     to     protect     her ,     to     keep     her     safe.     A     SOLDIER     DOES     NOT     REST ,     NOT     EVEN     ON     AN     UNCOMFORTABLE     BED     OF     BONES.     get     out     there ,     monster.     𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋     𝐀𝐍𝐘     𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘     𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓     𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐒     𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.     breath     is     visible     in     bitter     air ,     calloused     fingers     popping     bullets     into     the     chamber     of     gun.     chestnut     optics     are     fixated     on     task ,     the     tone     of     sky - princess     bleeding     into     oblivion.     all     blonde     hair     and     authority.         but     she     is     not     in     charge ,     not     of     him. "     careful ,     princess ,     gonna     start     thinking     you     actually     give     a     damn     about     me.     "     gaze     does     not     elevate     from     efforts ,     not     even     as     he     finishes     adjusting     the     magazine     in     place.     blood     will     rain     upon     the     surface     of     the     earth     if     his     sister     isn't     returned     to     him     in     one     piece ,     that     is     a     promise.     "     tell     you     what ,     𝙸'𝙻𝙻     𝙴𝙰𝚃     𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽     𝚆𝙴     𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳     𝙼𝚈     𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 ,     "     it's     put     simply ,     gun     shoved     into     holster     as     he     finally     turns     to     confront     blonde.     "     and     if     you     want     to     play     caretaker ,     you     could     always     join     my     search     party.     could     use     an     extra     pair     of     eyes.     " the     majority     of     his     team     is     inexperienced     and     consumed     with     fear.     NOT     MANY     OF     THEM     WILL     ACTUALLY     BE     BENEFICIAL     TO     HIM.     "     just     try     not     to     hover ,     'kay ?     "     conversation     is     dismissed     once     soldier     exits     tent     to     approach     team ,     leaving     clarke     to     mull     over     decision.

starter    call.

𝗒𝗈𝗎    𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍    𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉    𝖻𝗎𝗍    𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾    𝖺    𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉    𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.    almost    as    if    you    have    been    slapped.    now    after    realizing    that    clarke    is...    in    cahoots    (    and    in    the    bed    )    of    the    commander,    you    cannot    help    but    feel    as    if    she    is    no    longer    the    same    person    you    know.    she    is    friends    with    the    same    person    that    left    you    to    die.    clarke    is    supporting    heda,    but    by    supporting    heda,    she    is    supporting    lexa.    and    that    is    something    that    you    cannot    forgive.    the    woman    is    ruthless    and    cruel,    and    you    cannot    agree    to    be    in    her    vicinity.    you    don’t    want    to    do    this,    you    do    not    want    to    feel    this    way    towards    clarke.    not    after    everything    she    did,    but    you    cannot    help    the    way    that    your    body    feels    about    her.    you    take    another    step    back    this    time,    and    shake    your    head.    you    cannot    do    this    tonight,    have    this    fight    tonight.    you    can    do    this    later,    after    everything    has    been    said    and    done,    ❝    no,    we    are    not    doing    this.    we    can    talk    about    this    later.    ❞

𝗒𝗈𝗎    𝖺𝗋𝖾    𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉    𝗂𝗇    𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍,    𝗍𝗈    𝗍𝗁𝖾    𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍    𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍    𝗒𝗈𝗎    𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍    𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽    𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾.    hadn’t    even    realized    the    meeting    was    over,    that    you    were    supposed    to    break    and    go    do    your    work.    and    you    should,    you    should    be    doing    whatever    it    is    you    are    supposed    to,    but    here    you    are...    stuck.    thinking    about    everything.    it    takes    you    another    minute    to    look    at    her.    you    are    slugish,    barely    there    and    you    can    feel    it    deep    in    your    bones.    you    haven’t    slept.    you    keep    running,    and    there    seems    to    be    no    time    for    rest.    you    don’t    know    how    long    you    can    keep    going    at    it.    you    don’t    know    when    your    body    will    give    out,    but    you    can    feel    yourself    falling    apart.    you    move    to    smile,    a    second    too    late,    it’s    not    good    enough,    you    know    but    there’s    nothing    to    do.    it’s    this    or    nothing,    and    clarke    needs    you    to...    be    okay.    she    needs    to    know    you    are    okay,    and    you    have    to    be    okay.    there    will    be    other    times    to    fall    apart,    now    is    not    the    time,    she    needs    you    and    you    are    going    to    be    what    she    needs.    ❝    just    tired,    i’ll    be    okay.    you    don’t    need    to    worry    about    me,    clarke.    ❞

they've been the ones leading their own people to march to the rhythm of war drums.        clarke :    becoming the grounders peacekeeper.        bellamy :    becoming the grounders demise.        but that was pike's influence.        AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT HE TELLS HIMSELF. "    you know ,    someone once told me that maybe there are no good guys ,    "        burnished optics detect cerulean ones ,        "    and i think she was right.        as long as we have guns locked and loaded and blood on our hands    . . . .    we're not the good guys    and that's something we can all attest to.    "        on both sides.