#the100verse

clarke griffin celebration week → day six: clarke + free choice (poetry).

PUT A “TELL ME" IN MY ASK AND MY CHARACTER WILL ANSWER…

If you snuck into my room I would:

[x  ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[  ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?”[ x ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[  ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh[ x ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[ x ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [x  ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[x  ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [  ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[x  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

                —————– “You taught me the courage of stars, before you left.” It’s spoken softly, almost wistfully, her eyes haunted with memories of a much simpler past, of days spent upon her father’s shoulders or tangled in his strong grasp, of patient instruction as she grasped a sword in her hand. She recalled the nights she’d spent, wrapped in his lap, as he told her stories of the Gods, of great warriors and heroes.

A part of him wanted to hug her, almost pick her up again and ruffle her hair. He wanted to hear her laugh again, now she rarely seemed to smile. But he knew it well, sometimes when people leave they have such an impact that their return can never fix.  And yet he was not willing to accept that they had been one of this people, that his daughter would never go back to him. “I think you did that all on your own.” he smiled softly “And..” he took a step closer to her hesitentaly “I am here now.”

Ragnar approached the boy, remaining silent for a long moment as if he was trying to get all the answers he wanted from observing him. A young man he was, a boy, sent to Earth to die or to bring his people back. But all these kids from the Ark thought they could change everything, a world that had been created without them. Then again that's how all invasions were. "Give me one reason why I should not kill you." he asked him, bringing the knife he was holding close to him but without threatening him with it.