Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst and Fluff and Smut
Summary:
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Clarke leans against the wind, putting her shoulder under it to trudge forward through the thick white snow with heavy legs. The sub-zero wind gusts and flakes blow into her with such force that she slides backward a few steps every once in awhile, until Lexa grabs her jacket and tugs her in the right direction again.
She can no longer feel her face, having gone numb shortly after the storm swept up. Her feet, however, prickle painfully. Feeling like the inside of her boots are made of thousands of needles. She’s frozen down to the bone, hypothermic. If they don’t find shelter soon, all of this will have been for nothing.
Lexa came for her in the dead of night, like a one-woman army. Silent and deadly. Clarke saw the two enormous guards at her cell door drop to the floor like bags of sand, and then a small figure stepped out of the shadows and into the torchlight, eyes ablaze once they found hers. It’s the last face Clarke expected to see. The girl who left her and her people for dead at Mount Weather came here, to the heart of Azgeda territory, to rescue her.
Knowing she didn’t have a choice, she stepped out of her cell once Lexa pulled the key from under one of the dead bodies on the floor. Together, they peeled the thick coats off of the guards and snuck out into the icy darkness.
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