Klark
Lexa moves her hand through her hair, careful not to destroy her braids. This woman with her sky blue eyes and her golden hair is doing something to her that she can't describe. She wants to know her every thought and she wants to listen to her voice for hours.
Ridiculous!, Heda thinks. This girl is trouble. She has something dangerous on her, but also something tempting. Which only makes her more dangerous to the Heda.
Lexa shakes her thoughts off her mind and walks up to Anya. A tall, brown haired, beautiful woman with just the same strength on her face as Lexa.
"Lexa", the woman says.
Lexa wants to smile but somehow it doesn't work. She has too much on her mind right now. "Anya", she responds lazily.
Anya notices that her Heda has something on her mind, but knows better than to ask her about it. "We are on time, Lexa. Everything's going as planned. We should reach Polis in two hours. The train is the fastest we could rent."
"Thank you, Anya." She sighs and sits down. "Cameras and everything set up for the arrival?"
"Everything's perfectly fine and set up." She looks at the Game Maker and smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry about a thing, Commander."
Lexa nods; she's thankful for Anya's help and she knows she can trust her with everything. "Anya?"
"Commander?"
She sighs and shakes her head. "Good work."
"You too, Commander." And it takes not more than this simple words for Lexa to know that Anya supports her decision about the blonde and that she knows the fearless Heda is not quiet that fearless.
The toilets are big and fancy. Bright flowers everywhere. But that's about all Clarke notices. She has slipped away from the two brunettes to 'use the bathroom' and she did use the bathroom. Just not in the way you would assume. She used the bathroom to cover up the fact that she wants to sneak into Katniss department. So she went to the bathroom, waited three minutes, flushed the toilet and washed her hands and now she is about to slide the door open and make her way to Katniss department.
I am getting you out of this damn mess, Kat. I promise.
Clarke's fingers are shaking slightly, she reaches out for the slide door and slides it open. Slowly she steps out and turns to her right. One step, two steps towards the right department. She can see the door on the other end and she's eager to reach it.
"What are we doing, princess?"
Clarke literally jumps and she turns around startled to death. A beautiful, ponytail girl stands leaning against the wall on the left side of the bathroom door. Stupidity. How did I not notice her being there?
"Raven... I... was just about -"
"Yeah?" Raven's eyebrow raises and her arms cross above her chest.
"I got lost." Wow that sounds convincing, Clarke.
"Of course. It has nothing to do with you wanting to go see the District 12 tributes, does it?" Raven ponytail Reyes has seen right through her. Clarke's heart beat quickens.
"I just -"
"No, I get it." Raven interrupts her. She pushes herself off the wall and walks two steps closer to Clarke. She does not seem angry or anything and only that makes Clarke more suspicious about the girl's intentions. "You are new to the whole Game Maker team and you want to see the stars, the tributes."
What? The blonde needs a moment to realize that Raven girl was totally wrong about her intentions. "Oh right. Yes! Exactly." Now that sounds a little too relieved, Clarke! Be a Polis bitch. "I am just glad you understand. You wouldn't tell the Commander, would you?"
"Naah", Raven shakes her head. "Heda has a lot to discuss right now and bothering her with such a minor thing would only make her more nervous about you. She's very careful when we get new members. When I joint it was like she would have Octavia watch my every move. So annoying. But I guess she trusts me now."
Clarke nods and forces a smile. You ruined my chance to see Katniss, bird. I wanna see my girlfriend.
"Anyway, you better come with me now before Octavia figures out something's off road. She wouldn't hesitate to tell the Commander. She's super whipped." The bird-named girl turns and walks back to their department, she doesn't turn around to see if Clarke is following, she doesn't even care. I could still slip away to see Katniss. Would that be so smart? Raven already knows I wanted to see the tributes. I can be glad she won't tell anyone; if she keeps her word that is. It's too dangerous to go now. Octavia seems to be more of a threat than Raven. With some luck I could really make this work and save Katniss.
So giving up to see her girlfriend for now, she walks back to their department and gives Raven a smile. Time to make friends.
The next hour goes by rather quiet. Clarke tries hard to give Raven and Octavia a good be a Polis bitch show and make friends with them. She has trouble though, because every time she seems to like them just a little bit, something reminds her that these two are part of the team that's killing her girlfriend for fun.
They talk and even though Clarke can't get over her hate for everyone and everything Polis, she learns to kinda enjoy the girls presence. Raven is clearly her favorite. But that's probably because Octavia is basically in love with the Heda. And all Clarke wants to do to the Heda are things that are far, far away from anything similar to love. Although she has to admit the woman who calls herself the Game Maker looks kind of hot. But a hot body does not speak of a soft soul.
Octavia and Raven get into their usual fights, but it remains rather calm and gentle. After one hour has passed by, both of the girls decide to get to work. 'O' claims she has to get a look at the tributes and start to draw some fashion ideas for both of them down. Only then Clarke realizes she did not bother to think about the male tribute at all. She doesn't know if she knows the boy, it could easily be one of her former classmates. Or maybe it's one of her friends. She feels bad about not giving it a thought at all. But before she gets to ask Octavia leaves the room, rambling on about different shades of colors and what not. Raven quickly rises and states she should give her work a little check, too. The bird girl leaves and Clarke has no idea what exactly her work is anyway.
Now she's left alone in the department, sitting on a purple couch and she thinks about the tribute that she didn't give a thought about altogether. Just as her thoughts go to Katniss again and she realizes she could easily give her girlfriend a visit, the door opens and she's not alone anymore.
Not caring to look who entered, she assumes it's Raven coming back. "Watch dog, much?"
"Not quiet, Miss Griffin." But the voice that speaks does not belong to Raven. Nor to Octavia. It's strong and fierce, no mercy and no vulnerability.
"Commander", Clarke says shocked. She thought the Game Maker would not join them until they reach Polis, she assumed said woman was too good to be around normal people. But here she is. In all her beauty. And she seems to look just a tiny bit softer around her lips and eyes than before. Her body language is relaxed yet graceful and powerful. Does she ever lose that leader attitude?
"I am so sorry", Clarke continues; after all making friends with the Commander would give her more chances than keeping her suspicious about herself. "I thought that was Raven coming back to check on me. I didn't think you would join us until we reach Polis."
"And why's that, Clarke?" Lexa takes a wine glass and pours herself some red liquid, that Clarke has yet to find out about. She moves her finger over the glass and plays with the round opening of it. The blonde watches her actions carefully. Klark. That's how she says her name. It sounds weird, but she likes it nevertheless. The Commander has her own way of pronouncing Clarke's name and Clarke loves it for some fucked up reason. Klark.
Lexa's eyes meet hers and for just a moment she can see the defenses tumble behind that forest green eyes. She then notices that the woman has asked her a question. "I just assumed you had a lot business to talk about or something." At least that was half way true.
"I like to sit with Raven and Octavia before the games start. We always have those nice little chats. But it seems just when I finished my business, they went to begin theirs. So you will have to deal with my presence now, Clarke." Klark. Klark. How her name rolls on the Commander's tongue. So easy and so confident. Klark.
"I do not mind at all, Commander. It's an honor. Please sit with me if you don't mind." Although being nice to that awful woman is giving Clarke shivers, she assumes it's the best way to protect Katniss at the moment. Maybe getting closer to the Commander would give her some hints about how to help her in the arena. The worst it would do is give Clarke a goddamn headache.
Lexa sits, surprising Clarke, next to the blonde. A weird feeling goes through Clarke's body. It's hot and cold, it's uncomfortable but also nice. She shakes the feeling off and smiles at her enemy.
"Can I ask you something, Commander?"
"Of course, Clarke." Klark. Again this weird hot and cold feeling.
"I was very distracted by your presence at the ceremony and I have to admit that I accidentally missed the chosen male tribute from my District. If you could just tell me his name?" Clarke puts her best pleasant face on and hopes the woman can't see her hate in her eyes.
Lexa smiles. The Commander actually smiles. Clarke is caught off guard, she had never seen the cruel Game Maker smile. "It's Finn Collins." Her heart sinks. Finn Collins. Her ex-boyfriend. You don't make friends easily, Commander. But you gain enemies pretty easily.
Clarke notices she's being watched by the Game Maker, so she nods and remains quiet.
"I am sorry, if he was close to you." Lexa watches the blonde's eyes carefully. But there's not a change. If the girl really hates her, she has a way to cover it up and show it. She's such on/off. Sometimes it's so clear to her that Clarke Griffin hates her. But then she puts on that smile and Lexa isn't so sure anymore.
Rather wanting to change the topic, before the situation turns into a Clarke-trying-to-kill-the-Commander thing, Clarke says: "I really like your hair."
Lexa doesn't move a muscle. "Thank you. Octavia is great with her work."
"Octavia is one for clothes and make up, right?"
She nods. "Fashion, make up and hair. She's very passionate about it."
"Did she come up with the dark Heda look?"
"I would rather say we worked hand in hand together on that one. But she put the outfit together and added the war paint idea." The Commander looks at Clarke. Right now it seems like the girl doesn't wanna harm her a bit. But Lexa knows better than to let her barriers down that easily. Even though, with this blonde sky-blue-eyed girl she really wants to.
"What is Raven's job? I kinda forget to ask. This is all so overwhelming." Clarke thinks she's doing a pretty well job playing that Polis bitch part and she's proud of herself. Pretending to be someone she's not seems to be easier than to actually be herself right now. Herself... That's the person who's losing her girlfriend in a TV show, who's sitting in front of the woman responsible for that and who's wanting to kill her for it. But the girl she pretends to be is not. That's the person who is honored to meet Heda, who is excited about the games, who has many questions and no moral at all. Right now, that's the less painful part to play.
Lexa takes a sip of that red liquid. "Raven does a lot around the arena. From technique over to all the great mutations we use. She is the main person on constructing the whole arena. She has a whole team under her command. She really has a lot going on, but she makes it seem like nothing. She's a good girl. With a loose mouth though."
"I like her loose mouth." Clarke smiles slightly to cover up that she actually meant to say she likes Raven's fighting side, that said the Commander is fucking her make up artist.
Lexa smiles slightly. Again? This is so weird. She never smiles. "I think it's refreshing to have her loose mouth around sometimes. Yet I have to make sure people don't pick her attitude up and act up against me. After all Raven is a trustworthy team member and her loose mouth is not a threat against me at all. That's just her character."
"I didn't mean to offend you, Heda." Clarke quickly realizes she just called the Commander by her name – she didn't know Heda was not a name, but a title and her real name was Lexa. "If I'm allowed to call you that, Commander..."
"Of course you are, Clarke" Klark.
"I am glad I get the chance to work with you, Heda."
"I am glad I get the chance to work with you, too, Sky Prisa."
Did she just call Clarke some sky-thing? Clarke smiles and the Commander smiles back. And something about it just feels right, something about that makes her feel warm and safe. Even though she knows she really isn't.