#tragedess

        IN PEACE, MAY  you leave the shore. in love, may you find the next. safe passage on your travels, until our finally journey to the ground.  may we meet again . he’d been silent all day, throat too tight for any words to even  force  their way through. people had tried to talk to him, give him condolences, but he’d stayed  quiet  and barely acknowledged any of them. he didn’t understand what was happening. everything had happened too  quickly . it was only a few days his  mother  was sneaking him and clarke sweets before dinner and now  ━

        he wasn’t sure  how  he’d made it back down here, or how long ago he’d left the crowd of near strangers, staring at glass and metal with an almost  uninterested  expression. hours ago he’d watched the doors close as a  BARRIER  between him and one of the most  important  people in his life with the same expression, no tears or screams, but silence. the only reaction he’d had was  tightening  his grip on the metal ring and chain coiled around his hand, fingers digging the piece of jewelry  almost  painfully into his palm. 

        he’s  suddenly  on his knees, far closer to the glass than he had been before, forehead pressing against it’s cool exterior. eyes slide shut and mouth opens, but  not  surprisingly nothing can find it’s way out. he waits for something,  ANYTHING , but all he feels is a hollowness in his chest and overwhelming  numbness  throughout his limbs. he has the awareness to feel uncomfortable with how  empty  he feels, but before his mind can fully acknowledge the feeling, he senses the weight of someone at his side, their hand slipping into his free one. they  entwine  their fingers together comfortingly and the ark prince doesn’t even need to open his eyes to recognize who the cascading  WARMTH  is coming from. 

        he feels her squeeze his hand in her’s and it’s like his heart has been  kick-started  in his chest. it thumps loud and  VIOLENT  in his chest and wells finally let’s out a sob, echoing through the halls. he presses his  mother’s ring , hanging from an old chain abby had given him, into his chest and  crumples  fully against the glass.  “  she  can’t  be  ━  she can’t be GONE . clarke  ━  ”  another sob cuts him off as he leans into the  glow  of his best friend seeking a comfort he knows  only  she can provide.

clarke’s  cheeks  heat  as  she  shakes  her  head ,    trying  not  to  imagine  a  more  serious  version  of  this  conversation .  one  where  octavia  is  greedy  and  insatiable ,    one  where clarke is  the  one  giving  her what  she  needs .    the  blonde  is  drowning  those  thoughts  in  the  next  sip  of  wine  and  glaring  up  at  octavia  from  her  spot  on  the  brunette’s  bedroom  floor .    ❝  way  too  much  information. ❞

the  only  person  she  used  to  watch  what  she  say  around     ,     is  mostly  bellamy  and  now     ,     she’ll  might  have  to  drop  clarke  into  the  same  bubble  her  brother  wanted  to  live  in     .     he  didn’t  much  like  her  talking  about  sex     ,     or  boys  in  general  really     .     if  he  could  decide  she  would  probably  raised  a  nun     .     but  octavia  blake  was  perhaps  the  furthest  from  it     .     not  that  she  would  ever  let  her  brother  know  that  part  of  her  life     .     no     !     instead  she’ll  let  him  believe  that  she’s  doing  homework  on  a  saturday  night  while  he’s  getting  ready  for  the  nightshift  at  some  new  fancy  club     .     school  book  is  laying  on  her  lap     ,     notebook  by  her  side  where  she  has  only  written  the  headline  in  big  block  letters     :     and  back  resting  at  the  end  of  her  bed     ,     looking  more  at  her  phone  than  in  the  books     .     ❛     don’t  tell  me  you  don’t  like  sex     ,     clarke      .     ❜     eyebrow  raise  while  she  looks  over  to  the  blonde     :     small  but  wry  smile  forming  upon  lips  before  she  takes  a  sip  of  her  beer     .  

                   Some things not even the literal end of the world could change. 

    His voice seems to echo when he does find her alone, the low timber of  “ Hiding from me already? ” , despite the actual soft cadence of the words, feel as though they boom through the space he somehow knew he’d find her in. 

IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN UR ICONS