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"That's the beauty of a secret. You know you're supposed to keep it."
-"Strange Love" Halsey
They all have their questions when they notice the marks on her skin, the little reminders he's left behind.
"Who did this to you?" Clarke demands.
"You killed him, right?" Octavia asks.
But Raven laughs them off. She presses a finger to her lips, winking.
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He doesn't know how to be gentle, and maybe she loves him for it. He kisses her hard enough that she forgets her own name, forgets every last nightmare that has ever haunted her, forgets every never and maybe.
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Raven bites her lip when Clarke corners her. "It's not what you think," she says.
"You're being safe, right?"
Raven laughs, the sound bitter. "Since when was anything on the ground safe?"
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"Do they know about us?" he whispers in her ear, his fingers tangling in her hair.
Raven leans in, pressing a kiss to his lips. She loves the way he melts at her touch, all his rough edges fading away, if only for a moment. "Do you want them to?"
He doesn't answer. She doesn't expect him to.
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She admires the little collection, bruises of passion littering her body, reminders of her strange little love, that insane boy that calls her his.
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"They want to know what we do," she laughs.
His eyes roll. "And do you tell them?"
She kisses him, biting his lip. "Let them wonder," she says. "I'm sure it's not as interesting as the truth."
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It's been going on for a month now. A month, and she's almost forgotten how grim the world is. A month, and their questions haven't stopped.
"At least tell us who," Clarke says.
Raven's eyes flicker, only briefly, to where John stands with Bellamy, lost in conversation. A coy smile tugs at her lips as she returns her attention to her friend. "Where's the thrill in giving away a secret?"