It took a moment for Lexa to get over the shock of dying...again, but once she did, she was fuming.
How dare he raise his hand to me!
As she quickly dressed, the anger continued to rage within her, boiling her blood and pinpointing her vision. So when Wes informed her of Clarke's request, she simply stormed past him, ignored Clarke altogether and focused all her attention on locating Quint.
He was where he was expected to be, over by the old dried up well. Their eyes met and he gave her a questioning stare as she marched up to him.
"Heda?" he said a little uncertainly as she reached behind her and unsheathed her sword.
All she saw was red. Not the curious crowd. Nor Wes or Clarke trying to get her attention. Just red.
In one fluid movement she beheaded him, his head dropping down the well, followed by an ugly squelching sound as it hit rock bottom. Blood gushed out everywhere, fairly drenching her in it. She stepped back and with a hefty kick knocked the rest of his body into the black pit.* It thudded and echoed with finality.
The stunned silence that resulted from this action was deafening. Then the muttering began, many questioning the sanity of their leader under their breath. She glared at them in turn and they all scattered as far as they could without leaving Tondc. The commander's wrath was not a good thing to incur, as had just been amply demonstrated.
Still simmering, she sat on the edge of the well, finding a bloodless spot and proceeded to wipe her blade clean with a cloth she had demanded from Wes, the only Trikru brave enough to stay in her vicinity. When that was done and she had re-sheathed the deadly weapon, Clarke swam into view and some of the bloodlust transformed into pure lust. The blonde beauty looked absolutely ravishing in that moment. With a great difficulty, she pushed down the almost overwhelming urge to grab the wide eyed girl and kiss her for all her worth.
Timidly, "Um, commander, are you okay?"
Lexa was getting tired of her asking that every single day, even if it was warranted.
"I am fine," she replied, as she wiped the ample amounts of blood off of her face with the clean side of the cloth.
Tentatively, "So...uh, do you want to talk about what just happened?"
"No," she said simply, getting up and moving away from temptation.
She was a little disappointed when Clarke didn't pursue her further. With everyone on edge now, she decided to take a walk in the forest, in a completely different direction than the last times. For once, this innocuous action was uneventful and an hour later she strode back into the village with a clear mind.
There was a small group of people waiting for her in the centre of Tondc. She recognized them as members of Quint's clan. Emotions ranged from confusion, to anger, to fear. Lexa had been expecting this so she physically prepared herself for the blow back of her actions.
She stopped about six feet back. This was far enough away to be out of their reach, but close enough that she could step forward and slash if needs be. The bravest of the bunch, Quint's second, stepped forward. The sandy haired boy couldn't have been more than fifteen but he was quite large for his age and could easily take her out if she dropped her guard. She wasn't afraid though, especially not when Wes was ready to intervene. His loyalty knew no bounds.
In a surprisingly deep voice the boy, Harmin, she believed, said, "Commander, we demand an explanation for Quint's execution."
Lexa dipped her head. "Quint was a traitor." The people stiffened and bristled at this assertion. "He sought retribution for his brothers death and planned to kill the sky princess this very day."
Harmin tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "I know of no such plot. What evidence do you have of his treachery?"
His clan, and it was his clan now, muttered their assent. More knuckles whitened against weapons.
She stared them down as she said, "My word."
"And mine as well," came a woman's voice from off to the side. Lexa didn't need to glance over there to know who it was. Clarke walked over to her side. "He threatened my life yesterday. Said if I didn't leave he would avenge his brothers death, and damn the consequences. I feared for my safety so I told the commander about his death threat this morning. Your commander dealt with it as she saw fit."
Harmin's clan wavered in their beliefs as evidenced by many bowing their heads in shame for daring to question the word of their commander. Harmin himself held firm, gesturing towards Clarke. "What proof is there that the sky girl did not simply make up this story?"
"Why would I?!" said Clarke hotly, taking a bold step closer to the hulking boy. "Why would I sabotage all of our progress on a lie and risk ending this alliance before my people are rescued?! I'm the one who prevented it from breaking less than two days ago!" She poked him in the chest. Lexa wondered if anyone had ever gotten away with that without losing their finger. "Or have you already forgotten Gustus' framing attempt?!"
The majority of Harmin's clan was backing away now, murmuring their apologies to Lexa. Clarke defiantly stared up at the boy until he too grumbled and moved off.
When Clarke turned to face her, she couldn't help but smile a bit. The girl had put on quite a show. Clarke glared at her and said, "Can we talk in private?"
Lexa nodded, still smirking ever so slightly, and led her down into the war planning room of the bunker. Having ordered their guards to stay put at the top of the stairs, and disregarding the rats, they were completely alone.
"Are you trying to sabotage this alliance, Lexa?!" demanded Clarke in that fiery manner she loved so much.
Again, a sudden urge to grab and kiss her took hold. Again, she pushed it down, placing a hand on the edge of the giant table, gripping it tight, in order to restrain herself.
"Of course not, Clarke," she replied softly. "I require this alliance just as much as you do."
"Then why the hell did you kill Quint like that?!"
She clenched her teeth together thinking of his betrayals. "He was a traitor." Lexa caught her eye. "And he did plan to take your life as vengeance for his brother. I did not lie."
Clarke shook her head in disbelief. "I don't understand. How could you possibly have known that?"
"You have witnessed his animosity first hand, Clarke. Is it really so shocking that he wished you dead?"
"No, it's not, but I still don't understand how you could have known for sure. It's not like you to kill people without just cause." Clarke looked at her closely. "I know you don't enjoy it."
Lexa knew she was referring to Gustus' death. The recent memory nearly brought tears to her eyes and she glanced away, swallowing hard.
"So, what's really going on here?"
When she didn't say anything for some time, Clarke released an aggravated noise and turned to leave.
"I'm going to tell you something now, Clarke," she said very quietly. Clarke pivoted around, impatiently waiting.
"I'm listening."
She nodded once. "For the past few days I have been experiencing an unusual phenomenon." She looked into Clarke's ocean depths and they felt as vast as this never ending day. "I have been reliving today."
Clarke scrunched up her face. "I don't understand."
Lexa spent the next five minutes explaining to the best of her abilities.
"So," said Clarke slowly, "what you're saying is...you're stuck in groundhog day?"
Lexa raised an eyebrow and Clarke proceeded to describe the premise to the 'movie.'
"Yes," said Lexa flabbergasted, "that is exactly what I have been experiencing. Was this a common occurrence in the past? Is that why they documented it?"
Clarke rolled her eyes. "No, Lexa, it wasn't. Movies aren't real. Time loops don't exist." She swept her arm to the side. "None of what you've said is possible."
"Then you think me a liar?" she said with a frown.
"Well, no," Clarke responded eventually. "I think you think it's real."
"I have not lost my mind, Clarke," Lexa said sternly, thumping her hand lightly on the table.
"Look, Lexa, I'd love to believe you, but I don't see how I can."
"Inform me of your darkest desires," she said, after a moments thought.
"Like hell I will!" Clarke exclaimed, unconsciously backing away from her. "That's none of your business!"
"Exactly, Clarke," Lexa said with a tiny smirk, eyes twinkling mischievously. "If you tell me something you have never told anyone else, there is no way I could possibly know such a thing and you will believe me tomorrow."
She jutted out her chin, moved closer and jabbed Lexa in the chest, much as she had done to Harmin. Lexa bore the abuse with a smile. "I don't know what game you're playing here, but I'm not going to tell you my secrets."
The smile vanished when she looked away. "I told you about Costia," she gently uttered.
Clarke sighed loudly. "Fine! I'll tell you something." She held up a finger. "But only one thing! And it's sure as hell not going to be a dark desire!"
Lexa smiled again. "I'm listening."
*THIS IS SPARTAAAA! xD