A/N: Definitely the serious fanfic I've ever written. I wrote this 'cause I've got writers block on my other fanfic. Please note; this work is made of all seriousness. And should not be read in jest.
translating some of the words::
Non-non : nom nom.
Gona - Warrior.
Ething - Everything.
Happy Clexa week, everyone. ;)
Clarke.
Clarke Griffin.
Leader of the Skaikru.
Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.
Clarke.
Invader of the ground - keeper of Lexa's heart.
Clarke.
Clarke; the Skai girl with light blue eyes like a summer's sky.
Clarke.
Clarke.
Clarke.
Clarke.
Clarke; the woman who can prove that magic is real with the trick of her lips.
And the trick she does with her tongue.
And oh, her fingers.
Clarke is magic.
And not to mention talented, in many many ways. All ways that is Heda Approved™.
Clarke.
Clarke.
Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.
Candles.
Clarke stood in a dimly lit room where the only source of lights is provided from the candles.
Whilst Clarke is preferably naked.
No scratch that - definitely naked.
Clarke and candles.
How can her own people be so blinded by what the Skaikru could provide? When Clarke is the asset. The greatest gift the land could give. Additional bonus points for the assets she wears on her chest.
Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.
Clarke the Wanheda: not the death of other's, but will be the death of Lexa. Especially, when Clarke looks so breathtakingly beautiful.
Clarke the strong gona: imagining sparring with Clarke in the middle of trees with no one else around, Clarke only dressed in tight warrior clothing. The thought itself is making Lexa a gona.
Clarke riding on top of Lexa's favourite horse.
Clarke riding on top of her. In her favourite position.
Clarke.
Clarke's smile.
Clarke's eyes.
Clarke's breasts.
Clarke is non-non.
Love isn't weakness. Clarke is her weakness.
Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke. Clarke
Her gona.
Her niron.
Her ething.
Clarke.