Riddles
You've always hated riddles.
But Lexa seems to love them! What with all the cryptic comments and whispered confessions full to the brim with hidden meanings.
She infuriates you.
There's just something about her that makes you angry, furious even. Why can't she just say things clearly like any normal person? And it's not even a grounder thing because even though they tend to be gloomy and silent you know grounders are generally straightforward with what they want. It's just… a Lexa thing!
And you're not even talking about the staring. The way she stares at you with her impenetrable grey eyes. Grey like her soul you think, like all her decisions, neither good nor evil just different shades going from a grey as light as the winter sky to a darker one, like a summer storm. Beautiful you think, beautiful and dangerous.
You can't make out what shade they are when she looks at you though. They're too fleeting, too conflicted and you're confused because it's nothing like their usual steely immovability. Nothing you could draw with your own eyes closed.
But maybe you're seeing things, maybe you're deluding yourself in thinking there's something else to her than a merciless killer. Maybe you're in denial, too afraid to admit that once you're done with Mount Weather the tentative truce you stroke won't have any reason for being and if her people wishes it she will discard you like she would an enemy tribe. Without batting an eye.
And yet… you feel like you're missing something, something important.
Something about the way she says your name, the way it rolls off her tongue, carefully, dangerously. Like a warning, like a plea.
Like a riddle you're not smart enough to figure out.