So pumped for season four, it's all I can think about!
Anyway...
You know how you have writer's block on the stories you want to write/are working on, but you still have the urge to write so you write something out of the blue?
Well, this is one of those. XD
You may notice a slight change, (besides the fact that this is an AU) and it will be explained after. :)
Excuse any mistakes and I hope you all enjoy!
"Clarke! Are you ready?" Raven asked excitedly as Clarke entered the living room after her shower, and she gave her roommate a puzzled look.
"Ready for what?"
"Your birthday party, of course! Duh!" she said, a wide grin stretching across her face.
"Well, yeah...but we're just having friends over," Clarke chuckled with a shake of her head at her. "Why are you suddenly so excited?" They had had friends over for drinks plenty of times before.
"No reason." she shook her head vigorously, which Clarke found rather suspicious. "It's going to be so much fun, that's all!" she bounced in her seat, only furthering Clarke's curiosity and confusion. She knew Raven was excited, but she seemed a little...too excited.
"Raven...what do you have planned?" she cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Nothing! What—Why? —What? I can't be excited for my friend's twenty-first?" she said this all very quickly, trying to keep an innocent face.
Though Clarke had actually turned twenty-one the other day and the two had gone out to celebrate, they decided to have an actual birthday party at their apartment for their friends who weren't quite of age to go out and drink with them yet.
"No, but you're just acting...weird..." Clarke said slowly, narrowing her eyes at her friend as her phone buzzed. She checked it, and that wide grin returned to her face.
"What are you planning?" Clarke asked suspiciously again, and she tried to reach out and snatch Raven's phone, but she quickly pulled it away and held her foot out, keeping Clarke back.
"No! You can't look!" she said, pushing the power button to turn the screen off, knowing Clarke didn't know her password.
"Come on, Raven! You know I don't like big surprises!" Clarke whined, still trying to get her phone, but Raven pushed her back with her foot.
"Go away! There's nothing planned!" she tried to lie, failing miserably as all of her teeth where showing through her smile. Clarke knew that if Raven ever smiled as widely as she was, she was downright lying.
"I know you, Raven! You're planning something!" Clarke accused, finally giving up on stealing her phone with a pout.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but you better go and get dressed! We have snacks and drinks to buy still! So, go! Hurry up!" she shooed her away towards her room.
"Fine." Clarke sighed, knowing that if Raven did in fact have something planned, she would never spill. "Don't think that I don't know that you're up to something, Raven!" she said as she began walking away.
"Well, if I was you'll never find out if you don't get your ass ready!" Raven called out to her, and Clarke shot her a look as she finally closed her door to get dressed.
Raven was definitely up to something.
"How much alcohol are we going to buy?" Clarke's brow creased as Raven placed another bottle in their cart.
"Just enough," she smiled sweetly, and began pushing the cart, looking at the other brands.
"Isn't Bellamy and Lincoln bringing alcohol too?" Clarke asked, and Raven shrugged.
"Yeah, but we don't know what they're bringing. It could be gross tasting stuff like beer," she said as bent down, looking at all of the different vodkas on the shelf.
"But you drink beer," Clarke pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, but I never said it tasted good." she turned and smirked at her. "We've got the money, why not buy the good tasting stuff?" she questioned as she held up a large bottle of vodka.
"Vodka doesn't taste that great either..." Clarke said, shaking her head lightly as Raven put it in the cart, and they continued to another aisle.
"Alone, no. But when you mix it with something like strawberry," she said, reaching out and grabbing a packet of powdered strawberry mix, "You've got yourself what I like to call 'Adult Kool-Aid'. And who doesn't like Kool-Aid anyway? No one. Everyone loves Kool-Aid." she smirked, and Clarke rolled her eyes with a smile.
"I'm sure there are some."
"Yeah, the ones who's parents never let them try it," Raven said as if this were a fact.
"It's a good thing they have an age limit on drinking, because I feel like you would have gone through your teenage years drunk," she teased, and Raven laughed.
"There may have been some moments..." she trailed off nonchalantly, and Clarke chuckled.
They made it to check out and were now heading home to get the place ready for Clarke's birthday party; Raven's secret plan still on Clarke's mind. She had no idea what Raven could be up to, and because it was her, it could be anything.
"Please tell me that's not what you're planning on wearing tonight," Raven said when they got inside and began setting things up.
"What's wrong with this?" Clarke looked down at her blue top and jeans. It was casual and comfortable.
"No, no, no." Raven shook her head, and reached out for Clarke's wrist. "Come on."
"Now? —Raven, we still have hours before anyone's going to show up!" she protested, but Raven ignored it, beginning to pull her.
Clarke sighed as she allowed Raven to drag her to her room. She didn't understand why she had to get ready now, but a thought came to mind.
"This is part of your plan, isn't it?" she accused, and Raven looked back at her, a flash of alarm crossing her face for only a fraction of a second, but Clarke caught it before she smiled and looked away.
"What? No, there's nothing planned," she tried to say casually, but Clarke knew she had been caught.
"Raven," she said sternly, crossing her arms, and finally Raven sighed, turning to her.
"Just give up, Griffin. You're never going to find out and you know it," she said truthfully, and Clarke opened her mouth to protest, but shut it knowing Raven was right. She had no leads, or even a clue to what Raven could have planned other than it had to do with her birthday, which still wasn't much to go on. She stood by her bed silently instead, arms still crossed as Raven began searching through her clothes; this not being the first time she has raided her closet.
"Not this. Nope. Not uh," she said as she began tossing each shirt she pulled out over her shoulder.
"Raven!" Clarke said angrily, trying to pick them all up. She saw nothing wrong with her current outfit, but Raven was a stubborn one.
"Ah ha!" Raven finally said, pulling out her 'Rockabilly Pinup' styled, black halter top. "Take off that bra and put this on." she shoved the top towards her, causing Clarke to drop the shirts she had just picked up, and she began looking through the drawer where her jeans were kept as Clarke sighed, taking off her shirt to switch.
"Where are those jeans that make your ass look great?" she asked her, beginning to throw her jeans out of her drawer.
"Raven!" Clarke quickly tried picking up her jeans off of the floor, shoving some of them back in when Raven walked away from her dresser and began going through her hamper of folded clean clothes she had yet to put away, now littering the floor with them. "Raven, stop! You're messing up my clothes! And my room!" Clarke huffed.
"Ah, here they are!" she said, holding up a pair of her dark blue tight jeans. She handed them to her, and Clarke knew better than to protest as she unbuttoned her pants and began to change.
"There, happy?" Clarke held out her arms when she finished, irritated.
"Hmm..." Raven stared at her for a moment, "The hair's good, makeup's good...I know," she said, and reached out, beginning to readjust her breasts, pushing them up and together while Clarke sighed and stared at the wall in annoyance, not bothering to stop her. Raven finally stepped back to look Clarke over.
"Definitely better. Just wear your black boots and your look for tonight is complete!" she said excitedly, and walked out, leaving Clarke in a room that looked like a tornado of clothes had ripped through it, which was considerably similar to Raven's room.
She sighed in defeat as she began to pick them up.
"Hey, we gotta go pick up O," Raven said once Clarke got her room reorganized and they had the place cleaned and ready.
"I thought Lincoln was bringing her?" Clarke questioned, putting a bag of chips on the counter.
"He's with Bellamy getting alcohol," Raven said, grabbing her keys.
Clarke glanced at the time. It was still too early, and Octavia had her own car…
"Raven, I know this is part of your plan. Just tell me already!" she demanded, her curiosity eating her up inside, but Raven shook her head with an innocent smile.
"Let's go, Clarke." she gave her no other option, and headed out the door, leaving Clarke to scowl and follow after her.
She watched Raven from the passenger seat, bouncing to music and singing excitedly as they headed towards Octavia's house. She was hoping if she pouted long enough, Raven would give in, but Clarke was unable to resist and eventually began singing and dancing along with her. Raven's excitement was starting to grow on her, and she found herself becoming rather excited as well, even though she had no idea what her friends had planned for her. She figured if she couldn't beat them, she might as well join them.
"Hey guys!" Octavia smiled as she got in the car, and though Raven greeted her, Clarke was eyeing the handkerchief in her hand suspiciously.
"What is that?" she asked, and Octavia looked down at it for a moment, before looking back up with a cunning smile.
"It's for you," she said, and reached forward to put it around Clarke's eyes.
"Wait, what? No." Clarke shook her head, but Raven gave her a stern look.
"Clarke, if you don't let O put that on you we will sit here until you do," she said with seriousness, and Clarke stared at the two for a moment, Raven's brows raised and Octavia wearing an excited grin, hoping to see a way out of this, but she sighed.
"Fine." she faced forward in her seat, and allowed Octavia to place the handkerchief over her eyes.
"Can you see anything?" Octavia asked.
"My impending doom," Clarke replied bitterly as the two laughed, and she felt the vehicle begin to move.
"You're going to love it, Clarke. Trust us," she heard Raven say confidently.
"Can you at least give me a hint?" Clarke asked, hopeful they would give her that much.
"It's your birthday present from us," Octavia said behind her. "That's all you get to know."
Clarke sighed for the hundredth time as Raven turned the radio up again and the two began to sing, indulging in Clarke's unknowing. They were most certainly enjoying the hell out of this.
"We're here!" she heard Raven sing out as she parked the car and shut it off.
Clarke made to move the blindfold, but she felt hands stop her.
"No, not yet!" Raven nearly exclaimed, and she dropped her hands in defeat. She heard the two get out, talking excitedly to one another, and her door opened, hands grabbing her own to pull her out.
"Watch the curb," Octavia said, and Clarke carefully stepped out, feeling vulnerable and a little afraid. She didn't like huge surprises.
"Please tell me I'm not about to walk in on a huge group of people," Clarke said warningly, and the two giggled.
"No, we wouldn't do that to you," Raven said as they began to pull her.
They only walked a short distance, the sound of concrete beneath their feet, and she heard a door open. They pulled her through, and some kind of low alternative music met her ears.
"Hey guys," she heard an unfamiliar and rather dull voice say. "Is this Clarke?"
"Yup! Where do we go?" Raven asked, and she felt them beginning to pull her again.
She had no idea where they were, or why there was music playing, and she felt Raven stop her and turn her around.
"Sit," she commanded, but helped Clarke as she reached back to feel what she was supposed to be sitting on. It was like a soft leather chair and there was a hint of a certain clean-like smell in the air. Something she was unfamiliar with.
"You guys didn't set me up a dentist appointment, did you?" Clarke asked suspiciously, and they laughed at her.
"Okay, are you ready?" Raven asked, unable to hide the joy in her voice, and Clarke felt she had reached her patience.
"Yes, yes! I'm ready!" she laughed, and she felt the blindfold come off.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the new, brighter lighting, but when she did, she noticed drawings and paintings along the crimson walls. She also noticed, however, what appeared to be tattoo styled drawings and pictures amongst them, and as her eyes further investigated, she realized she was in a tattoo shop. Her adrenaline immediately shot up.
"Alright," someone said, and Clarke looked over toward the voice, noticing two girls entering the room.
The first one being a slender, tall girl with a natural unpleasant look on her face. Her hair was dark at the top, and faded to a dirty blonde at the ends. She had tattoos that disappeared under the black top she wore, and dark purple skinny jeans. The other one, who was just a tad shorter, but still taller than Raven, had long earthy-brown hair that fell in soft waves. Her features, —though eye-catchingly gorgeous and sharp from afar— were...quite unreadable. She wore a slightly loose, dark grey t-shirt with some design on the front and no sleeves, allowing her tattooed covered arms to be on display, as well as some poking out from the collar that went up the side of her neck, with tight black pants and clean gray sneakers.
Clarke had to admit she was very attractive, especially with all of those tattoos covering a great amount of her skin, and felt a strange wave of butterflies as her striking green eyes landed on her.
As they approached her, she smiled nervously, unsure if it was from the surprise, or the tattooed girl, or perhaps both, and she tried to refrain from staring at the captivating unknown brunette.
"This is Anya and Lexa. Lincoln's cousins," Octavia said, gesturing to the two girls.
"Hi." Clarke smiled at the one called Anya first, then allowed her eyes to land on Lexa, taking in her facial features in closer detail. She had high-creased, relaxed, green eyes, a straight smooth nose, high cheekbones, and protruding, puffy lips. She was beautiful.
"Hello, Clarke." Lexa nodded; her voice was as smooth as her skin, and Clarke suddenly felt like melting.
"Lexa and Anya here do tattoos, obviously," Raven explained as the one called Lexa began putting gloves on over tattooed hands, while Anya walked over to a counter, messing with things Clarke couldn't see. "Aaaand, she's here to give you that tattoo you've always talked about getting." Raven smiled widely, obviously excited.
"Seriously?" Clarke asked, her eyes becoming wide, feeling a wave of excitement and nervousness run through her. She looked to Lexa, who smirked at her. "Oh my god, you guys!" Clarke smiled widely and sincerely, feeling her heart swell. She had been wanting to get this tattoo for so long, and had just never got around to saving money for it.
"Mhm." Raven nodded proudly. "So, happy birthday, Clarke!" she shouted loudly, and Octavia bounced happily.
"So, that's why you wanted me to get ready so early," Clarke said, glaring playfully and the two smiled innocently, but at the thought of getting her first ever tattoo, her nervousness increased tenfold. "Wait, I don't know if I'm ready."
"What? Oh, come on, Clarke! Don't let your nerves get to ya now," Octavia laughed, and pulled up her shirt, turning her body to the side as she flashed her an intricate side tattoo of flowers, butterflies, and swirls. "If I can get this whole thing done to my side, you can get a tattoo."
"You did that?" Clarke asked, looking to Lexa as she moved next to her, who nodded.
"Yes. Design and all," she said, looking over her work.
"Wow, that's...amazing," Clarke said astounded, shaking her head lightly at all of the detail. It was truly a beautiful piece.
"I hear you're an artist as well," Lexa said as she sat down on a rolling stool, and Clarke shrugged, feeling slightly embarrassed about her own work compared to hers on Octavia's side and what was on the walls.
"I just mostly paint."
"Well, Raven showed me a few pieces of your work, and I think they're really amazing," she said softly, and Clarke couldn't stop the blush that reached her cheeks. She liked her voice. "I'd like to see them sometime, if that's alright with you."
"—Hey, yeah! What are you guys doing after this?" Raven suddenly spoke up before Clarke could respond, looking to the two.
They both looked at each other and shrugged.
"She's our only appointment for the day," Anya said, nodding to Clarke.
"You guys should come to the party then!" Octavia said, and they both looked at each other again, as if speaking only with their eyes, Anya shrugging once more.
"Sure," she said, turning back to what she was doing.
Suddenly, Clarke felt a whole lot more nervous. This girl was pretty, and the thought of her being at her party, let alone their place, made Clarke's stomach tense.
"Alright, I've got the stencil ready," Anya spoke, and Clarke felt her adrenaline shoot up once more, the reality of getting tattooed hitting her.
However, excitement also filled her; she knew this was exactly what she had been wanting.
"Raven told me you want this on your shoulder?" Lexa asked her, and Clarke could only nod, her throat becoming tight. "Alright, you'll need to stand up for a moment."
"Okay," she said meekly, feeling her heart pounding, and stood. Lexa then turned her body so her back was to her, and she nearly got chills when she felt Lexa sweep her hair over to the other side of her shoulder.
"Relax, and don't move," she said close to her ear, causing Clarke's stomach to do the opposite, but she forced herself to relax and stay still.
After a few moments of Clarke mentally preparing herself while the stencil was placed on her shoulder, she heard Lexa speak.
"Alright, straddle the chair," she said, and Clarke did just as she had commanded. Lexa made adjustments to the chair, and she heard the stool roll up behind her.
She glanced over at her friends, who smiled wide and excitedly at her, and suddenly Raven held up her phone.
"Birthday Girl about to get her first tattoo!" she said as she recorded Clarke, who shook her head and laughed, feeling embarrassed and giddy, but gave a thumbs up.
"Ready, Clarke?" Lexa asked, and Clarke stilled her body, but nodded her head.
"No, and yes," she said, and she heard Lexa chuckle lightly as she changed her gloves once more.
"Cute," she said, causing a fluttering feeling in Clarke's stomach, but it quickly went away as the buzzing of the machine came to life, and she waited anxiously.
She felt her hands on her first, and suddenly, the pain of the needle. She immediately inhaled a breath, holding it while trying to keep herself relaxed as Lexa went to work. It wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be, but it still hurt, and she bit her lip, a light wince escaping her as her body tried to adjust to the pain.
She heard Raven and Octavia laugh, and looked up to see Raven still recording her.
"How does it feel, Birthday Girl?" Octavia asked, still chuckling, and Clarke gave them the finger, causing them to laugh harder.
Eventually, Raven ended the video, and turned to Anya. "Hey, where's the bathroom? All of this excitement makes me have to pee."
"This way," Anya said, and Raven followed her out of the room.
Octavia was looking around at all of the art on the walls when her phone began to ring. "Oh, it's Lincoln, I'll be right back," she said, and headed out towards the waiting area to talk on the phone, leaving just Clarke and Lexa.
She wanted to spark a conversation to ignore the pain, because —even though music was playing and the machine was buzzing— she also felt slightly awkward at the silence, but she knew better than to distract Lexa while she was working, so she just sat quietly.
However, Lexa spoke as if she read Clarke's mind. "'In peace, may you leave this shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey on this ground. May we meet again.'" she read out loud, but her voice was calm and gentle. "This is beautiful."
"Thank you," Clarke said, slightly glancing back without moving too much, but she was only barely able to see her out of her peripheral.
"I noticed this is someone's handwriting, but I didn't ask Raven as it seems personal. I am curious though. May I?" Lexa requested softly, and Clarke smiled gently at the meaning behind it.
"Sure," Clarke paused, feeling a slight tug on her heart as Lexa continued the tattoo. "My dad used to write poems all of the time, which he would read to me at night when I was little. A couple of years ago, he developed cancer," she swallowed hard as the memories and feelings resurfaced, "He uhm, tried treatment and all of that, but it spread too quickly, and he...died."
She felt Lexa pause in her movements for a moment, before continuing again.
"I apologize, Clarke. I didn't mean—" she began, but Clarke shook her head gently.
"—No, no, it's okay. I can talk about it now," she said, and she suddenly realized it was much like this tattoo. It didn't hurt as bad now than it did in the beginning, and though it still hurt, she could get through it. She immediately felt a whole new deeper meaning and appreciation for this tattoo.
"Anyway, he knew I loved his poems so much, and so in his final months he wrote this one for me. It was his last one." she looked down at her lap. It was quiet between them for a moment, despite the music and the machine.
"The picture Raven showed me, there was an infinity symbol at the bottom of the page?" Lexa inquired, and Clarke nodded.
"We always used to say "I love you times infinity", and he put that there underneath it, knowing I would know what it meant."
"I see," Lexa said quietly. "Well, I don't think there could have been a better first tattoo," she said, and Clarke smiled gratefully.
"Thank you, Lexa —for saying that, and, you know, putting it on me," she said with a light chuckle.
"I am honored," Lexa said, and the machine stopped.
She thought maybe she was already done, when suddenly, Lexa's arm came into Clarke's view, and her eyes roamed all over the art in her skin, taking in all of the detail.
"In some cultures, a black band represents the mourning or suffering of a lost loved one," Lexa said, and Clarke noticed three black bands around her wrist, indicating to Clarke that she had lost three people. Three people she loved.
She looked up at her, and they stared at one another for a moment. Clarke could see understanding in her green eyes as they gazed into hers, and she stared back with sympathy. She wanted to ask, but Lexa pulled her arm back before she could, and she smiled gently. "Let's finish, shall we?"
Clarke smiled and nodded, turning back around.
"Yes."
"Alright, you're all done," Lexa said, and Clarke felt her wiping off the tender area. "Would you like to see it, Clarke?"
Clarke nodded vigorously, feeling excited and relieved that she was finally done, and Lexa stood up, moving back to allow Clarke room to stand as she took off her gloves. She stood up and followed her to a mirror placed on the wall, turning her back shoulder towards it to get a good look at it.
"Oh my..." Clarke breathed, appreciating just how well Lexa precisely copied her father's handwriting. It looked as if he had written it on her himself. "It's perfect."
Upon closer inspection, she noticed something underneath the writing, and felt her heart swell with emotion. "And you even put the infinity symbol..." she trailed off, willing herself not to tear up. "Thank you so much, Lexa," she said sincerely, turning to her, and Lexa smiled.
"No problem, Clarke," she said, and began cleaning up as Clarke continued to stare at her new ink through the mirror.
"Let me see! Let me see!" Raven said excitedly. Her and Octavia had gone off to talk with Anya, give her directions, and look around the shop while Lexa had finished up, and when she showed it to them, they bounced with joy.
"Oh, it looks so good!" they gushed over it, and Clarke smiled widely.
"Raven, O," Clarke turned to them, "Thank you both so much for this. Really. It means a lot," Clarke said sincerely, and they gave her heart-felt, warm smiles.
"Aww, of course, Clarke. You're our best friend, and we know how much that poem means to you," Raven said, and Octavia nodded.
"You guys are the best," Clarke smiled.
"Ugh, no more, please." Anya made a face at their mushiness, causing all of them to laugh. Even Lexa chuckled lightly.
"Shut it, you, or I'll make you tattoo my ass," Raven teased, and Anya cocked an eyebrow.
"Is that so?" she asked, and Raven nodded. "Well, then. How do you feel about 'Property of Anya' in bold?" she shot back, and Raven chuckled, shaking her head as it backfired.
"On second thought, never mind."
"Oh, come on," Anya encouraged, a smirk on her lips.
"Maybe if you buy me dinner first," Raven said, crossing her arms.
"Well, what do you like?" Anya tilted her head.
"I'm not picky."
"Fine."
"Great."
They stared at one another with challenging eyes, and Octavia's face broke out in an uncertain smile as she looked back and forth between the two.
"Uhh, did we just witness a date blossom from a butt tattoo?"
"I think so..." Clarke nodded slowly, trying not to laugh.
Once Lexa was done cleaning, she gave Clarke care instructions and covered it with a bandage.
"Will she be able to show it off later at the party?" Raven asked, and Lexa nodded.
"Only after the bandage has been on for a few hours. She'll need to clean it," she said.
"Well, you're going to be there, so it's perfect!" Raven said, and then began fishing in her purse for something as they headed for the door. She pulled out money, and Octavia passed her a few bills as well, handing it all to Lexa. "Here's the tip for such an awesome job."
"Oh, no, guys, let me tip her," Clarke said, but Raven shook her head.
"No," she said sternly. "This is your present from us, so don't even think about it."
Clarke pouted, and when she looked over to Lexa, she saw her smirking, staring at her lips, before they rose up to her eyes.
"You can tip me with alcohol and a fun time," she said smoothly, and Clarke smiled, blushing heavily.
"Alright," she sighed, though still smiling, and they said their goodbyes as they headed out of the shop.
Once they got into Raven's car and Clarke buckled herself in, she felt eyes on her in the silence, and looked up to see both Raven and Octavia smiling widely at her.
"What?" she asked, her brows furling and they giggled.
"I know one way you could tip her." Raven smirked, wiggling her own brows, and Clarke quickly caught on.
"Shut up," she said, but couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face.
"What? Oh, come on, you have to admit she's hot," Raven said, eyebrows raised.
"And it seemed like she was into you," Octavia said, but Clarke shook her head.
"No, she wasn't," she denied. Lexa was way out of her league.
"I dunno, I think if someone stares at your lips like a starving kid in a candy shop, I'd say they're pretty into you." Octavia shrugged with an innocent smile.
"Well, what about Anya, hmm?" Clarke shot back. "Seems like someone got themselves a date and a new tattoo to look forward to." she smirked, and Raven shrugged with a smile.
"We'll see how the first date goes," she said, and Clarke stared at her in slight shock.
"You mean, you're actually going to go on a date with her?" she asked, and Raven shrugged once more.
"Why not?"
"I didn't...I didn't know you were into girls..." Clarke trailed off, feeling as if she had been lied to and betrayed.
"You never asked." Raven smirked, giving her a wink.
"I told you about me!" Clarke accused, and Raven laughed.
"I'm just teasing Clarke, but I dunno...I think I'll give it a try with her," she said in thought. "She's hot and funny, and as they say, 'Don't knock it till you've tried it'."
Clarke shook her head in disbelief. "I just never know with you anymore..." she said, causing the two to laugh.
"Honestly though, are you excited about Lexa coming to the party?" Octavia asked, and Clarke smiled rather nervously.
"Yeah, I am… Do you really think she was into me?" she then asked apprehensively, and they both nodded vigorously.
However, Clarke still had doubt in her mind, but she knew she wouldn't find out until later.
She could only hope what they said was true.
Alright, so! You may have noticed I changed a part of the poem (a.k.a The Traveler's Blessing) from "to the ground" to "on this ground" only because I made this an AU and since they aren't in space, they are already on the ground. :p Figured it would just make more sense. :)