Lexa approaches her boarding and sees Clarke there waiting for her. Tired and sore from training her face still lights up.
"I didn't think you were coming."
"My dad calmed my mom down, so I'm still allowed out. That and the fact that we were stuck inside the Arc for sixteen years, it would be all sorts of cruel to keep me in."
Lexa stalks closer to Clarke. "Hi." She says cutely.
"Hi." Replies the younger girl, resting her arms around Lexa's hips.
"I really enjoyed last night." She recalls, placing a lingering kiss on Clarke's pink lips.
Tane whooshes past them, a bundle of spears under each arm. "What are you doing?! Anya's coming!"
Lexa pulls back from the kiss whilst simultaneously pushing Clarke behind the curtain which separates her room from the next. Turning to search the direction Tane came running from she spots Anya stomping toward her.
"Where is the fire wood?"
"I was just going to…"
"Stop." Anya silences her second, spying two Sky boot clad feet trailing under the curtain.
"Why don't you tell your precious little porcelain doll to come out?"
"Anya, no." Lexa defends, stepping in front of her.
Anya reaches out to Lexa's neck, digging her fingers into the cut her blade left during their most recent spar. She speaks slowly and pointedly. "Had you been concentrating on the fight and not searching the crowd for your Sky princess you wouldn't have this wound. I wouldn't now be able to weaken you just by touching it. This is what they will do to you. Weakness breeds weakness." She finishes, squeezing even harder to get her message across. Lexa's eyes widen with pain but she dares not let out a whimper to betray her distress.
Clarke steps out from behind the curtain having seen more than she can bare. "Let her go!"
Anya's eyes grow wild. Releasing her hold on Lexa, she trains her gaze on the insolent Sky person.
"Clarke don't!" Lexa commands sternly.
"You can't push her around like this." The blonde girl instructs.
"Maybe I should push you around instead." The eldest grounder threatens.
"Just get out of here Clarke. Go!" Lexa pushes.
"Why do you let her treat you like this?" The Sky girl implores.
"You aren't from here so you don't understand. I have to make it through this training and I can't have you interfering!" The words were out before she knew what she was saying and she immediately wanted to take them back. She had really wanted to vent her frustration on Anya. Alas she couldn't say a word against her because of the loyalty and respect that a second must show at all times.
Not knowing how to react to Lexa's words, Clarke marches back towards the Arc.
"That's right, run back to your tin can where it's nice and safe." Anya calls after her. She shakes her head disappointedly at Lexa. "You can never choose them over us."
A few days pass, Anya has been keeping a close eye on Lexa so as she can't slip away. Clarke has been busy at the clinic too but whenever she does catch a glimpse of Lexa, Costia never seems to be too far. She braids the warrior in trainings hair and brings her a damp cloth to wipe her brow after heavy fighting sessions. It boils Clarke's blood to see Costia always standing far too close and Lexa seemingly doing nothing to dissuade her.
Clarke's head is down as she makes her way to the market, studying the list of oils needed for the medicines at the clinic. She bumps into something, looking up she sees Lexa. A wave of relief washes over her as it seems like forever since they've talked. This relief is soon replaced with heartache when Lexa dips her head down and moves to push forward through the crowd.
Clarke grabs her arm. "No. You don't get to just walk away from me. What's going on with you?"
"Nothing. Let me go."
Clarke can't believe the level of disinterest this girl is showing her after all the time they have spent together. That coupled with the unease of seeing her with pretty little Costia every day makes her snap. "I was going to ask you if you would come over for dinner. My parents want to get to know what kind of person you are but I already do. You're just like all the other savages." Clarke doesn't really mean any of it, but she spits the words out like acid and they burn straight through Lexa.
The taller girl tries her best to appear unaffected. Grinding her jaw and bawling her fists to contain herself she pushes past Clarke and disappears into the crowd.
