#v.003

“ these are things you hear about on the news and you look up at your partner and think ‘ those poor people, i’m so glad i have someone who would never do that to me. ’ and .. and then you’re stuck frozen while he’s staring you dead in the eye, gun in hand. every thing else is a blur -- i don’t remember when he fired, i just remember running, and running, and running, and --- ”

// @earthsbled

         it’s in the quiet moments they have, when the camp hubbub has dulled and the fires burn low, that clarke remembers how grateful she is for her best friend. thalia burrows into clarke’s lap without warning and clarke smiles. a real smile. the hundred have had hardly anything but trouble and strife since reaching the ground, but clarke has the comforting weight of a person she loves holding her down. lucky doesn’t even begin to describe how she feels. 

         ever so lightly, thin fingers start to brush through thalia’s hair, moving it away from her face and disentangling the locks. it’s beautiful hair that seems to glimmer like obsidian in the daylight and the intensity of inkiest black in the dimness of their flimsy tent. the color only intensifies the pale, delicate contours of the girl’s face. odd, for such a sharp-witted and bold person. yet every one of thalia’s edges were still somehow meted out with occasional softness. that only added to her allure, really.