Clexa : Eternity and a day
Clarke was ready to continue with her unfinished piece of artwork as the commander had asked of her. The warm and bright light of that afternoon gave a clear sight and both of them finally had to spend free time together in days. The timing was perfect but the only problem was that Clarke had no idea how she should get on with her drawing.
She shifted in her couch, one hand placing her long blonde hair behind her ear. Clarke looked at Lexa then to the paper on her lap then back to Lexa again. Lexa was lying comfortably on her back, sleeping soundlessly on the couch opposite Clarke. One hand placed on her stomach while the other beside her.
Clarke narrowed her eyes at the girl before her. Did she forget it wasn't the same angle at all? She let out a sigh. Her finger tapped the drawing paper absently as her eyes studied Lexa's side face. She couldn't help but wonder how such a fierce and fiery leader could have a face so innocent when she was sleeping. Lexa wore her dark hair in braids, her clothes were black and simple and they complimented her. Without her formal makeup, she looked no more than twenty. Clarke thought she was as young as herself. And when it came to leading her clan, she did it as dutifully as any rightful leaders should. Clarke absentmindedly curled her fingers around the tip of her hair as she thought an admiring thought about her friend.
Her curious eyes lingered around Lexa's oval face. Clarke stopped and stared at those pink plump lips and she regretted it. Now I can't concentrate. She thought she should take a quick, quiet walk to still her mind and maybe fetch a new drawing paper from another room. She would gladly draw Lexa from any angle at any given time anyway. But once she got up, her feet betrayed her. They led her directly towards her brunette friend. Clarke then bent down, her face a few inches away from hers. It was probably the only time she could look at Lexa without having to subdue a blush or trying to keep a straight, serious face. She fought down an urge to give Lexa a kiss and stood back up again.
Lexa's eyes moved rather rapidly beneath her eyelids and Clarke knew she was having a dream. Again. Clarke found herself wonder if Lexa was having a nightmare and if she was there with her. Or if the place beside Lexa, in her dreams was claimed by another.
Clarke sat on the floor and tilted her ear reflexively towards Lexa as the latter murmured something inaudible. At first Clake thought it was her name but she was wrong. It was not even her language. Is it about Costia? Clarke frowned. Suddenly she felt utterly useless for not being able to do anything to ease her pain. It would stay with her as long as it had to like a stain that would never go away. Clarke pressed her lips tight. Only time can help her, she thought.
A few foreign words escaped Lexa's lips though her eyes were shut tight. Clarke jerked her head back a little when she saw Lexa's hand moved slightly upward as though she was reaching for something or someone so dear to her that wasn't there. Maybe it was only visible to her in that never ending dream. Maybe I wouldn't have been where I am at all if Costia were still alive, thought Clarke, biting her lower lip.
Before she knew what she was doing, Clarke's hesitant hand reached out and caught hers mid-air. She wasn't sure she was able to help but at least the murmurs stopped. Clarke smiled sadly to herself, hoping helplessly that she was never thought of as a replacement for Lexa's late lover.