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𝑺𝑶𝑷 𝑳𝑼𝑲𝑶𝑻𝑺! This is an independent, private and selective blog for Leksa kom Trikru from the 100, written by Saige. Portrayal is both show and headcanon based, as well as very canon divergent ( divergency overview here ). Mutuals only with fluctuating activity. Discord is available on request for mutuals.
Affiliates: @percentstardust, @maggicktouched
Exclusives: @liftedrelics ( murphy )
CARRD / HEADCANONS / MEMES / INTEREST TRACKER
CLARKE WATCHES THE STRAIGHT LINE OF THE COMMANDER'S SHOULDERS, posture like perfected marble, and feels her molars grind with the shift of her jaw. she shouldn't let it get to her so much -- she knows: putting too much personal stake in the coalition meetings not only undermines herself as an ambassador, but also risks letting too much of her . . . DYNAMIC with lexa slip into public eye, especially when she looks to her for guidance. IT IS A YOUNG GIRL'S FOLLY. ( too often, people remind clarke griffin that she is just a child in their eyes. too little does she ever feel as youthful as her age. ) but she is ripe with embarrassment, cheeks flushed and nerves frayed, and lexa's refusal to gear down for even a moment only causes her to bristle.
“ don't play cute, ” pushed through a bared-teeth scoff, her skin prickles with the heat equal heat of her shame and irritation, driven by lexa's cool tone. ( the natural humidity of the day surely isn't helping. ) clarke circles around to lexa's front, forcing her to meet the wavering blue of her gaze, and cants her head to the side like the point is made by gesture alone. “ were those your words back there too, then? just mirrored by somebody else's mouth? ” her anger falters briefly, tripping over the spasm of uncertainty in her chest. she clenches her fists at her sides. IMPULSIVE CHILD, IS THIS WHO YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN?
her eyes catch on the tick of the warrior's jaw, the deep breath through her nose. tells she is far too familiar with. clarke quiets her voice with effort, -- despite there being no possibility of prying ears on this balcony --- but the undercurrent of hurt still ripples throughout. “ i'm not asking for special treatment, lexa. you know that. but i'd appreciate it if you treated me like your ambassador. someone who deserves respect, for me and my people -- not the fool they laugh at because i bowed my power to you. ”
lexa's jaw twitches the moment clarke cuts off her path. the warrior makes a point of stopping short, heaving a sigh and tensing the muscles of her upper body. the outlander VEXES the commander as much as she intrigues her. she's emotional, and let's those feelings drive her decision making. and she takes things more personally. gods, the people of the sky are soft. case in point the summit. like council meetings from a bygone era, the tone and language used suggested no one was safe from ridicule. not unlike the battlefield, one must stand their ground to have any sort of stake or respect in these meetings. perhaps harsh to a foreigner, but it is their way.
the smirk lingers as leksa sees she's garnered a reaction. however, the smugness doesn't last. that look, that damned scorned expression. she's seen it before - clarke's seething glare. the image reminds her of when the blonde was first brought to polis, now moons ago. that gaze haunted her then and it haunts her now." what is this really about, clarke? " there's something deeper under the surface, she just can't say what for certain. shoulders roll back, and as she listens to what the ambassador shares, the tension in her muscles slowly releases. suddenly a part of leksa cares what the other thinks of her. she's...invested ( if that even is the word ) in their dynamic. is there a way to make this right?
" my people value strength. respect is not something that is simply given. " it's not the answer clarke wants, but it is the harsh reality. one has to be bold and unyielding to be recognized as an EQUAL. after careful consideration of her words, the commander continues. " but...i hear your concerns. i will do what i can to better support you going forward. " this is a genuine pledge . ultimately, it's up to clarke to win over the earthborn, but the commander will assist in the elevation of the ambassador if need be.
@dropsglasses said ❛ i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake? ❜
lexa's awake and most likely will be for the next few hours. a mix of melee and projectile weaponry are neatly arranged on the table below. about an hour and half into equipment maintenance, she decided she may as well clean the whole arsenal. every time she regrets starting the task after eleven p.m, yet always succumbs to that particular timeline. the hunter wipes the sweat off her brow when her phone buzzes from the chair next to her. glancing over at the message icon, she sees a 'v' which prompts her to pause and read the text. she likes talking to velma. the other knows so many fascinating facts and lexa could honestly listen to her for hours. she does wait two-three minutes before calling ( she can't be out there looking desperate).
" hey, i'm up. what's on your mind? " the work she has left to do, while important, is tedious. maybe giving the other an OUTLET will feel more gratifying.
Robin freezes up as soon as Lexa talks about Vecna. She was trying her best to live a normal life. A life that didn't have Russians under the mall or Vecna at every corner. Sometimes she wished that she could just have lived in any other town. Kids in Kokomo didn't have to deal with the end of the world every thirty seconds. Maybe people in Gary did... she'd heard stories.
"Oh. That's..." She doesn't even know what to say. That's hard? Of course it's hard, that's super obvious. There's also the Vecna of it all to address. She looks over at Lexa and tries to think up an answer. Any answer would do but her mind is just blank. She's quiet for a while before she finally admits what they both know. "I don't... I don't know. I mean- it's gotta be, right? It's gotta be enough."
Based on the patterns associated with the other victims, the COUNTDOWN has already started. Lexa can practically hear the tick, tick, tick of an old, grandfather clock echoing in her mind. That means they had...forty-eight, or seventy-two hours maximum, if they're lucky. Not a lot of time to pursue other options and strategies. Tris hasn't mentioned nightmares or visions yet, but Lexa has a sneaking suspicion the younger girl might not be revealing everything.
" This town, man, " An inkling of a dry laugh escapes her lips. " Who would have fucking known? " When her parents sat them down and explained they'd be moving to the midwest for a job opportunity, never did Lexa imagine she'd experience anything more than cornfields and small-town suburbia. " If anything happened to her I could never forgive myself. " The burden of the eldest child. She would not let Tris meet the same fate as their peers. After a few more silent beats, a heavy sigh escapes her lungs. " I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you up. We should get some rest. " They all have a big day ahead of them.
"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty." A beat, then: "Just kidding. Uh...suffering, mostly." The precipitation had made for an unpleasant trek, to say the least, and despite her self-assurance of 'a little rain never hurt anybody', by the halfway mark of her journey her clothes had already soaked through and zapped all her body heat away.
Before crossing the threshold completely, Haven peels off her shoes so as not to track mud through the house, the least she could do to thank Lexa for her hospitality. A suitable assembly of sweat pants and a fresh tee are procured, and though the outfit change is not nearly as glamorous nor climactic as a Sailor Moon transformation, she still feels infinitely better already.
When she finally re-emerges: "I bet you're wondering why I walked here."
What are you doing out here? Lexa busies herself in the hallway, tidying up some strewn about items that she's been meaning to put away for the last few days. The interrogation can wait until Haven settles in. She's sure the last thing the other wants is to be bogged down with questions while inhabiting soggy clothes. If she's anything like Lexa, the feeling of wet socks would be enough to make her want to pass away.
" Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. " Though when she turns to face the other once more, her brain admittedly short circuits a little. Seeing another girl wearing her clothes will always be a form of kryptonite for her. It takes a few moments to collect her thoughts. " I'm surprised you remember how to get here. " The safe house isn't impossible to locate, but it's pretty secluded without much in the surrounding area. The rare visitor happened upon it by CHANCE rather than knowing where it was and seeking it out.
Lexa opens the kitchen cabinets once they're back downstairs. " I'm making tea, do you want any? Do you need something to eat? "
@videonoir continued from (x)
the other's movement did not go unnoticed - emerald eyes trailed the visible white markings of kione's tattoos. The same ones she had gotten rather acquainted with the previous night and wouldn't mind seeing more of. " i suppose we'll have to make the most of it. " lexa finally emerged from the coziness of her blankets and padded over to her wardrobe. she'd be expected to report in soon and the last thing she needed was a scolding from a particular general.
" i'm not sure where i'll be going next-" she admitted, pulling the flight suit up and over the shorts and tank she had thrown on just moments before. lexa often set out on the missions most rebels would take on HESITANTLY ( or not at all ) . but lately, she hadn't traveled outside of the current system. once all zipped up, she approached kione still sitting on the edge of the bed. she extended her arm out so the other women could read the frequency associated with the comlink attached to her wrist. " this way you can get ahold of me. "
james mcavoy dancing in split but it's me getting down to the re-recording of bmth's count your blessings
@dropsglasses said: “Please tell me you remember last night… because I definitely do.”
oh she remembers. the smooth fibers of shifting bedsheets and the subtle groan of the mattress underneath. pounding heart beats moments before release and the way her skin felt ELECTRIFIED just from the other's touch. but the hard part is maintaining a pokerface so it isn't obvious that's all she's been thinking about. and then of course, the guilt from taking her leave in the wee hours of the morning sneaks up on her as well. " uh, yeah. " lexa responds not as eloquently as she'd hoped. not a good sign. struggling to form words around someone is usually an indicator she's developing feelings starting to get invested.
blank mind scrounges for scraps and platitudes, trying to figure out how to let this girl down gently. velma is brilliant and talented and sooo pretty does not need to get dragged into her bullshit. keeping people at arms length is the only way to ensure those she cares about are safe. she can't afford to slip up, otherwise they'll end up like...
no. she can't bring herself to dwell on all that now. " hey, i'm sorry about this morning-i had to...take care of something. " and before her brain can catch up to her mouth, lexa finds herself asking, " can...can i take you out for coffee sometime., or...? "
back on my bs. when lexa gets involved with the corps, she is not the first choice of the ring of fallen lantern, she's actually the third ( the first being wonder woman per dc lore and the second unknown to her at this time )
"I figured leaving Hawkins wouldn't be too long of a thing. It loves to pull people back." Jonathan tries to joke, flashing her a little smile. He's sad of course because he liked Lenore. He liked Arygle. He liked California. They had to come back even if he would've preffered college in California and some quiet life on the beach. When Hawkins called they just had to answer. "Mom's good. Will's good. Will is so happy to be back at Hawkins schools with all his friends."
Jonathan shakes his head, "I appreciate the offer but I'm kind of bored of this stuff anyways. I would much rather go grab coffee." He smiles shoving his hands in the pockets of his cardigan. He gets it, he really does. This place is Hell and he hates that they're all stuck here. "Oh you know... sunny and beaches. Pretty great if you ask me. I hope I get to go back after all this is over."
For a moment, she wonders if Jonathan means that literally or figuratively about the town. Hawkins is a strange place. Normal and quaint one moment, then monstrous and MYSTERIOUS the next. Never did she anticipate this much action in small-town Indiana. " I'm glad to hear that, " Lexa smiles. Joyce's presence was certainly missed the past year. The woman often times stepped in as a secondary mother for those whose parents were out of the picture or otherwise preoccupied.
She motions towards her car with her head, planning on driving them into town. With the windows rolled down a smidge and the radio faintly buzzing in the background, the ride reminds her of all the times they cruised around the previous summer. California seems to suit him well. It's a shame their family only had so much time to enjoy the break from chaos. " We should plan a visit after. Once things blow over. We deserve a vacation. " A comfortable silence settles in as the pair take in the sun's rays over the landscape.
" Is he doing okay? " This time, the question is in regards to the supernatural surrounding the town and its connection to Will. Maybe this place does have pull like Jonathan said. " And El? " The poor girl had been through so much, it wasn't fair.
"Yeah, it was nuts, man. Vegetables bewitched to speak and act are an affront to everything holy, I guess." She's spent more time trying to piece together that logic than she'd care to admit, but that puzzle never assembled into anything that made sense, or was nice to look at for that matter. Regardless, she always came to the same conclusion: they're just fuckin' cartoon vegetables, guys.
"Three whole sessions? And they didn't even send you home with some grippy socks or anything?" They've got jokes. In reality, Haven knows that if either of them ever talked to a professional about this kind of stuff, they'd be institutionalized in record time. Not that a therapist would have any frame of reference or resources to be of any help in the first place.
Haven dries her hands with a towel before draping it over the top of the door to one of the lower cabinets. "It's a little bit of both, actually. I've got to concentrate on where I want to go, and then I just...open a door and jump through. The more familiar a place is, the easier it is to visualize, and the safer the jump. I've never been to St. Louis, so if I try to visualize that big Arch I might accidentally wind up at, like, a McDonald's instead."
" Well good fucking riddance to your family, they sound super fun at parties. " Growing up in such a narrow-minded household would be the death of her and her sister. The words are already out of her mouth before Lexa can reflect on the implication of them. " Sorry. I'm sure it's complicated. " Haven could latched onto any good memories she has of them. Lexa only knows what she's been told so far, so who is she to judge?
" Three. " She repeats, as if she's proud the method didn't stick. Of course, years later in her adult life, lexa has gone back and forth over the idea of seeing a shrink. But like the two have established, what could they possibly share about the types of phenomenon they witnessed? What would the point be if she couldn't be her AUTHENTIC self? Waste of time and money if you asked her. " Hmm none yet, but I heard the traction on those babies are superb. " She flashes Haven a smug look.
Lexa listens to her acquaintance explain the technicalities of her abilities. It sounds like an easy enough concept to grasp, but clearly there is a learning curve. MEMORY seems to play a heavy role in its operation. How intriguing. " Can you show me? " Lexa finds herself asking before she's truly mulled it over in her head. Depending on the individual, that can be a very big ask. " I don't mean to be forward-" she quickly adds. " I've met some very...unique people as of late, but none that can do what you've described. "
regina does not move when lexa tosses a command at her . to get OUT of her head , somewhere regina knew she never wanted to be fully inside . not when she could see the pain that was behind her eyes . her expression shifts , it's subtle and yet , precise . like a blade turning under a lamp to catch the light correctly . and for the first time , there is no amusement in her gaze , only focus . a careful calculation . she watches the way that lexa's grip tightens , the micro-twitch of muscles that are fighting to betray their retreat with an impulse that has been barely restrained . regina however , she withdraws , not physically but mentally , signalled with the crossing of her legs and her hand resting there in plain sight . the invisible pressure she had been applying loosens , it's controlled . a perfect choice . " i'm not in your head , and i wouldn't want to be . " she says ever so gentle , and for once the velvet of her tone disappears , it only sounds like clean and unadorned truth . " the truth is just loud . "
her eyes flicker down to the knife , then back up to lexa's face , unbothered by the threat but not dismissive of it either . " grief tends to be louder than anything . " a beat passes , it was heavier than the last , their conversation taking a turn . " you're right you know . that my kind destroys , and manipulates . we take what we believe is ours with no regrets . " her lips press together only briefly , not in guilt but acknowledgement of lexa's belief . " but don't confused capability with guilt . if i had been there that night . . . " her voice dips, there is a chill threaded through it . " you wouldn't be wondering what happened to your beloved . you would know . " regina leans forward again , SLOWER than before , giving lexa every second to track her movement , to decide if she is going to react or not . regina's hands remain visible , one on the bar , one on her crossed knees , a silent concession , or perhaps a calculated RISK . " you want a better argument ? fine . " she murmurs as her eyes snap to look into lexa's . there is no attempt at compulsion , she's smarter than that . but she wants to be intentional . this is all strategy , the allure of seduction gone . " you said it yourself , you weren't fast enough . you weren't prepared and whatever did what they did . . . " she didn't know all the specifics , but she could infer them . " they possibly moved in a group , feeding without care and left witnesses alive . " her head tilts slightly , her eyes narrowing in . " that isn't discipline , or control . that isn't how i hunt . " the distinction hangs heavy in the air between them , " which means you are probably chasing a group that is sloppy , or something that is feral . either way , lexa , you cannot catch this alone . "
egina's voice softens again , but she isn't coaxing lexa . it's almost clinical . picking up on the specifics that would lean lexa to her side . " you don't have to trust me , i wouldn't in your position . " a faint and humorless smile and chuckle touches her mouth . " but you do have to decide if your PRIDE is more important than your REVENGE . " she leans back again to give the girl space , the tension eases enough to breathe . " you want compelling ? " her eyes darken , but with promise and purpose , not with hunger . " i know how to track them , to pick up on motive , on their strategy and movements . i know how vampires think , how they slip through places you don't even realize has doors . " she breathes , not that she needs it , but for emphasis . " and i don't forget things that interest me . " her gaze looks back down at the blade at lexa's thigh and then back to her . " so go ahead , " she relaxes back , " try and kill me . . . or use me . your pick . "
who is she? a former coven member? a rival of some sort? what kind of vampire would make this sort of offer deal? it sounds...while RISKY, too good to be true. what would the blonde get out of this arrangement? lexa stews in her seat, desperately trying to find an angle. why would this vampire vocalize openness to harm her own kind ( or at the very least, play a hand in harming them ) ? self-hating? trying to make amends for terrible actions from the past? maybe she'd learn down the line, or maybe she'd never find out at all. at the end of the day she has a choice like the vampire said. pride or revenge. for better or for worse.
the hunter's jaw twitches and the anger begins to pool up again. " you don't need to remind me what happened, " words are uttered through grit teeth, tension returning to her neck and shoulders. " i was there. " it doesn't matter that each day brings them further and further from the event. in lexa's mind, the incident is fresh and her inability to protect kostia a glaring failure replayed over and over and over. the wound will not heal until she digs into the root. until she rips and gouges out the cause. it feels wrong to entertain this alliance. use a vampire to hunt more vampires. but the tactic and strategy were sound. who better to understand strength, speed and weakness than one of their own. surely they would not see it coming, either, so the element of SURPRISE would be won. still, many questions float around lexa's mind. some could be answered later, but others? the uncertainty makes her antsy.
attacking is no longer a wise decision. once the epiphany is processed, the brunette retracts the blade and it soon disappears on her person once more. gaze is still for many beats after and longer still, until the hunter finds her voice. she drains the last of her whisky but this time makes no gesture for the bartender to top it off. if things progress in a smooth manner, they'll be departing the tavern soon. " before i accept...whatever this is, " agreement, pact, or contract. " i need to know something. " lexa must consider all possibilities lest she wind up with a larger target painted on her back. what did you do to ostracize yourself? there had to have been a schism, a fight, a disagreement. " why do you have no allegiance to your own? what do you gain by helping me? "
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 as kleya pursed her lips, stared at the ceiling, and rubbed at her temples. she was lucky it was a quiet night or she would be even more irritated, probably hanging up before she said anything. but there was enough downtime that she could sit down and lean back in her chair rather than hunched over her board.
' it sounds like your situation is already handled, meaning you still didn't need to call me. ' she responded drily, examining her nails. ' are you drunk? '
at the accusation, lexa scoffed, however there wasn't an immediate response prepared to follow. a semi-confident " no-o, " eventually came through the line. glancing at the bottle beside her, she realized more had been consumed that night than initially intended. " okay, not really. maybe a little buzzed. at most." Final answer. That was sure to convince the other rebel.
it was stupid, but having a distraction someone to focus on - in this case, kleya - helped eased the DISCOMFORT. lexa brought her hands closer to eye level, so she could more accurately thread the needle. Just one more set of stitches and she'd be good as new ( er...on the mend, really ) throbbing pain greets her when finger tips brush at the skin outside the wound. this was going to sting among other things. eyes dart back to the alcohol within arms reach. would it be enough to get the job done?
" you wouldn't happen to have an extra bottle of whisky, would you? for medical reasons. "
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@maggicktouched : send me 🎵 for a song i think fits our muses' dynamic
ur getting 2 because i'm cheating with this first one:
Sunflower - Post Malone and Swae Lee
Their ship tag is literally 'you're a sunflower, i think your love would be too much' and beck gives off big sunflower vibes. Not just cuz she blonde, but she's bright and majestic.
Break In - Halestorm feat. Amy Lee
This is such an otp/soul matey kind of song. About breaking down walls, being seen as you are as well as being vulnerable with someone special. And we know how hard that is for Lexa ope
Plus Lizzy Hale + Amy Lee collab is *chef's kiss**
in a musical mood today peeps so hit me with a '🎵' and i'll tell you what song i think best fits our muses' dynamic!
@deficd said: ❛ If you keep standing that close, I’m going to assume you want something. ❜ // from vera
The warrior is lost in thought and nearly misses the other's remark. From their position on the balcony, the expanse of the metropolis greets them. Miles and miles of metal and machinery. Cold and cruel like the people who govern this land. It truly is a stark contrast to the lush forests and greenery of her home world -a planet she may very well never set foot on again.
In her mind's eye she sees a dagger consume Harkonnen flesh, pale skin running with crimson. The blade, in hands she now recognizes as her own, does not stop, does not yield. It hacks and saws down to the bone. Death throes, choked in the throats of her enemies delivers the closest semblance of peace she has felt in many moons. It may not be today, nor tomorrow, but Leksa is certain she will end this bloodline. She only need survive until the opportunity arises.
To give me what I want would be to court self-destruction. Eventually, the sardaukar shifts, turning her face slowly to look at the noble addressing her. Some venom is released from her gaze, but it is no secret she detests her current employers. Expression soon becomes neutral.
" You know better than most, the increasing threats scattering throughout the Imperium, " There is truth in these words. The coups, the plans within plans, the secret agendas of the Landsraad as well as the interests of CHOAM. " There may come a time where my...closeness thwarts your RUIN. " She'll play the honorable warrior, loyal to the house she serves despite the circumstances that brought her to this role.
just got back from supergorl (very cool and nice, love messy kara ) and now i need to make a new dc verse where lexa's a lantern or smth so they can do space pub crawls instead of going to therapy
