HAIHEFA KOM AZGEDA

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'The 100' Promotes Zach McGowan to Series Regular

[leksakom]

MEASURED  CALM  DRAWS  in through the slow flex of her nose:  breathe in  ;  breathe out.  stoicism belies a stampeding heart crashing in waves in her breast.  wanheda.  clarke is out there somewhere beyond the clasp of her impossible reach.  it’s a torment, torturous to know   &   not know  at once.  

it’s a weakness that she feels anything at all in the wake of a single slide of salt brimming down her cheek, that she still  cares  (  more than she did with the backs of her thighs pressed to a war table ).  

❛   she will not come easily.   ❜    it’s easy after years of carefully wrangling emotion.  her walls are sturdily built.  her voice hold a tepid unaffectedness that traipses right on the edge of  bored.  

wanheda is nothing to me.  

clarke is an inconvenience                               

(  if she says it enough times, maybe it will be true, maybe her pulse will quiet, maybe the ache hollowing out her bones will dim.  )  

her eyes are hard where they land on the azgeda prince’s hawkish nose  &  his calculating stare.  she will bargain with him.  

❛                                  UNHARMED.  there is not to be a scratch on her body.   ❜  

❛   you have been in polis many years, roan of azgeda.  perhaps  too  many.  would you disagree?  ❜  

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       luckily, roan has not expected someone called ‘the commander of death’ to come along without a struggle. she’s the killer of mountains, slayer of men, and he knows better than to underestimate an opponent--- certainly not one with such a deep reputation. whether it will be easy or not, he will bring wanheda back alive, so long as he is allowed to return to his people.

       “mostly unscathed,” he responds, icy blue eyes flicking up to match lexa’s. “if she’s as tough to handle as you say, i would expect at least a bruise or two.

       but, i will bring her to you well---” and that’s more than he can say for most of the people he’s encountered over the past couple of years, “---you can be sure of that.” no matter how much it will irritate him.

       “absolutely not.” far too many years. he ached to return home, to be among his people again. he would do anything.

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           “ – if you’re waiting for an apology, we’re going to be here a while,” clarke muttered, and her scowl was lazy now. screaming would not help her here – there was no one around to hear her, and he sat between her and the only exit. for now, her escape efforts would be wasted. better to wait, recover her strength. any attempt to get away from her captor would be more fruitful while they were on the move.

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       roan sighed heavily and looked over at her, almost appearing to be bored behind the strands of hair that fell beside his face. this delivery of wanheda was proving to be just as tiring as the commander made it out to be, but he was determined to have his banishment lifted so that he could return to his people. no matter how annoying she became, he would turn her in.

                      “i’m not going to wait on anything from you.”

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      There was one universal truth about gun shot wounds: none were pretty. depending on the size of the bullet, nerve and tissue damage were always on the top of the list of risks next to paralysis and bleeding out. luckily for the ice nation king, Marcus’ bullet was a 9mm that tore through the muscle in his upper left of his chest near his shoulder. He was down and bled a lot, not to mention was left in filthy conditions while imprisoned by the ALIE henchmen naturally he was brought with them back to Arkadia to get patched up.       Had she known it was going to be such a debacle she might have sent him off back to the north. But now she couldnt. Instead he sat on one of the tables they had in the make shift med bay, Clarke had cleaned out the inflected wound ( he was lucky it was a clean exit or she wouldve had to go fishing for the bullet as well ) and sewn it up before her mother took over checking for nerve and muscle damage.       “You know pouting is a good look on you,” she snarked, pulling off the latex gloves. Her mother sent her a look from where she was behind the king, pushing fingers along his bones and tendons. 

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       he wasn’t supposed to live. they’d said they didn’t need him, that he was expendable so long as they had clarke. the gunshot wound had meant to bring an end to his life, but he’d jerked his body just fast enough that the bullet missed any vital organs, and while he’d lost a lot of blood, he hadn’t died. 

       when he’d woken up in arkadia, he’d tried to leave immediately, pushing himself from the table they’d laid him on and getting on his feet. the pain near his shoulder wasn’t enough to stop him, but small abby griffin with a scowl that could burn his skin off was. he’d sat back down at her order with a sigh on his lips, his eyes moving from her to her daughter. it was clear to him, without anyone saying it, that they were related. he was silent until clarke spoke to him, and his hard gaze turned to her slowly.

       “... thanks,” he responded, letting his eyes fall to the wound that abby was tending to. “can i leave now?” he’d been king for how long now? and he’d been able to do nothing in his kingdom.

[aznofa-blog]

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       roan’s eyes look over the fallen warrior slowly, his jaw tight as he watched her. he sighed to himself, dropping to his knees beside her, and drew a dagger from his boot.

                   “yu gonplei ste odon---”

[aznofa-blog]

"It always ends in a fight."

meme.

       “you’re wrong, heda.” roan looks up at her, gaze hard as it meets hers. they’re about to fight, but that’s not where it’s going to end. if it were that simple— if it were a matter of who brought who to the ground first, then no one would need to worry, and the fight would be over in moments. no, it was going to go much further than that.

                  “—it always ends in DEATH.”

[nomcd-blog]

        ❝ ROAN ? ❞ her voice shakes lightly as she spots him. it can’t be him…can it ? ❝ what are you DOING here ? ❞

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       “---it’s none of your concern.” i’ve been banished. “don’t worry about it.” I’VE BEEN BANISHED BY MY OWN MOTHER.

       he wants to scream, but he doesn’t. he’s the prince--- he must be poised.

                      he WAS the prince.

[klarkkomskaikru-blog]

                   “ what is it called when u kill a friend ”

                                  “ homiecide “

                                                   “ …murder “

                                                                     “ …homiecide “

                                                     murder buddies from cw’s the 100                                                      written    by    charles    and    jude

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[ginaarchive]

     azgeda were cold, ruthless —– killers, she knew that. but gina was stubborn, always had been since a kid. a brow perks at roan, her arms crossing over her chest tightly. he didn’t scare her —- much, ❛ clarke’s orders were for you to stay here, your majesty. i can’t let you leave. ❜

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       “---and how do you intend to stop me?” roan asks, eyebrow raising. he can’t help but be amused, not when he has to tip his head down and peer at gina down the length of his sharp nose. unless she has a gun, she doesn’t stand a chance, and he can’t imagine her using one unless he poses a real threat.

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          octavia rolled her eyes, keeping in step with roan - despite the fact that his strides were much longer than hers. ❛ — and the same goes for you ❜

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       the king of azgeda held a small fondness for octavia of the sky people--- very small, but large enough that he could recognize it for what it was--- because she, too, had not fit in with her people, and had come out stronger for it. his softness, however, did not affect the way he treated her. he had allowed her to come along, but only so his people could not kill her behind his back.

       "---right,” he agreed, slowly glancing at her. “why are you in azgeda, anyway? do you have a death wish?”

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                —IS THAT DEATH I HEAR STALKING ME?

[acosmiceve-blog]

@aznofa​ didn’t ask for this at all.

           she isn’t afraid of him now. when callie approaches the king, it is not with the uncertainty of their first meeting. instead, she faces him with impossible calm, and as her eyes catch his own, she pauses. callie SMILES.

                                                “ – we’ve been waiting for your return, roun kom azgeda.”

[aznofa-blog]

       “is that right?” his eyes watch her closely, and while they seem almost as unfeeling as hers, there’s a fire that slowly burns behind them that hers now lack. “and why is that?”

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"How long are you going to play both sides?"

meme.

       how long are you going to play both sides? roan’s jaw tenses and he leans back, his gaze falling heavily on clarke. she speaks as if she has a right to judge him, as if she can say that she hasn’t been both skaikru and trikru, both a child of the stars and the earth. perhaps her loyalty had always been with her people, but her heart had strayed to polis. she ought to be able to understand.

        “as long as it benefits me to do so,” he answers, holding back the sigh of frustration that builds in his chest. “would you be happier if i chose one way or the other?” not that it would affect his choices.

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"Sometimes I just want to punch you in your perfect teeth."

meme.

       roan’s gaze falls on bellamy’s face, and his eyebrows raise slowly, as if he’s entirely unamused by the statement. he is entirely unamused. perhaps if it were anyone else, he could manage a smile, but he isn’t exactly fond of the skaikru beside him. what he gives him instead of a smile is a heavy sigh, and he turns his eyes away.

                  “—try to control yourself.”

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       he eyes the brace, but he doesn’t speak on it, because he can see in her expression that it doesn’t stop her--- she’s lived through too much for too long to let something as small as a leg injury bring her to her knees. he sighs, arms crossing over his chest, eyes blinking lazily. 

                 “you don’t expect me to wait here until she gets back, do you?”

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       “i will deliver wanheda to you,” roan begins, his gaze lifting to his commander’s face, “so long as you lift my banishment.” maybe he’d never been particularly warm or kind--- those in the ice nation were, pun aside, colder than their fiery surrounding villages--- but he had always cared for his people, those that he had been born to rule, and being forced to live on the outskirts of his home left him feeling hollow.

       there is no doubt in his mind that he can capture the commander of death and return her to lexa, but he will not do it for free. if she wants to get a hold of her before his own mother, she will have to give him something in return.