LONG LIVE CLEXAÂ
Life should be about more than just surviving
I am glad we survived

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LONG LIVE CLEXAÂ
Life should be about more than just surviving
I am glad we survived
its not like i wasnt gonna draw them at some point
Lexa!Lives AU / Iâm No Mirage : When Lexaâs dry, dehydrated eyes cracked open, she found herself half buried in dirt not knowing anything of how she arrived there, her memory bank entirely withdrawn. Scavenging whatever meagre possessions she could muster, she takes a moment to clock in her location before spotting the derelict and destitute ruins of Polis looking miniscule on the horizon, and sets out on a mission to look for survivors of whatever calamity befell the capital.Â
When she sets foot in the smaller ruins along the way, desperation settles into the marrow of Lexaâs aching bones, discovering the ghosts of the people who perished in the inferno, barely able to walk any further as water deprivation robs her of the ability to think straight. A flash of movement enters into her peripheral vision, shocking her back to reality and she chases after it, risking whatever life she has left in her to seek it out.
And then, she sees herâŚthe breathtaking visage of the one she vowed to protect with her life trudging along the sandy dunes with a small wagon of supplies. Her brilliant blonde hair dazzles underneath the harsh sunlight, face crimson with sand burns, sporting a massive scab on her forehead, but it was still her. Her beacon and the great love of her life. Dry sobs rattle through her rib cage, Lexa wondering if sheâll break apart from this alone.
âClarke?â Lexa calls out, testing her voice, raising her hand up to gather her attention.
Clarke stumbles to her feet, the shovel in her hand coming tumbling down to the ground, mouth hung open in abject shock.Â
âI must be going crazy, Iâm seeing thingsâŚyouâre not here-no, you canât be here. I saw you get shot. I saw you bleed out and fade away,â Clarkeâs eyes well with tears, warring with herself to keep from crying too much. Risking tears in the desert was a way to mark yourself for the grim reaper.Â
âIâm no mirage, Clarke. Iâm here, Iâm actually here,â Lexa closes the distance between them, taking her loverâs body into her arms for a soul nourishing embrace, hope blooming to life once more inside of her form. Clarkeâs tired hands cup her face, drowning herself in Lexaâs touch, kissing her wherever she could find exposed skin.Â
âI think I know how we can get get out of here,â Clarke parts from Lexa; albeit, reluctantly, âI found our Rover buried in the sand.âÂ
âLet me,â Lexa leans down, separating sand with her fingers, but Clarke stays her hand.
âYouâre suffering from heat exhaustion, LexaâŚIâm not gonna let you die here trying to help,â Clarke practically orders her, and the most fragile of smiles grows on Lexaâs face, daring herself to hold onto a mote of happiness.Â
Itâs a massive endeavor, but little by little, the sand ebbs away to uncover the Rover, both Clarke and Lexa celebrating the small triumph with a kiss as Clarke immediately sets her focus on getting it operational again by rewiring the solar panels. Clarke spots a few water canteens in the interior, immediately passing it off to Lexa, relieved to have at least that much.
âReady to do this?â Clarke looks over to Lexa, both their hands covering the gear shift, holding their breaths.Â
âLead the way,â Lexa closes her eyes, joining in Clarkeâs pure elation when the Roverâs engine roars to life, resurrected and renewed. Confidence growing in Clarke, she and Lexa set off, looking for what life remains on the planet, beginning the next great journey in their lives.Â
â our every moment, iâ start to replace âcause now that theyâre gone, all i hear are the words that i needed to say
never leave me again
âDonât we deserve better than that?â
âMaybe we do.â
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#god i just #i love how clarke is supposedly caught off-guard in this situation #but sheâs the one whoâs giving these open-mouthed kisses #sucking on lexaâs bottom lip #while lexa â Kiss Initiator â is so timid and respectful #giving the littlest sweetest closed-mouth kisses #god this is so important (tags via @hedaswolf)
Lexa was rambling and showing Clarke her favorite flower when Clarke decided to just go for it
tv wlw appreciation week: favorite kiss // clarke x lexa (clexa), the 1OO (3x07: thirteen)
may we meet again.
Y'ALL THESE TWO FUCKED
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âmay we meet againâ
LexaâŚ
This isnât done but I figured I should post it just in case.
Commander Lexa in Bodyguard of Lies
Also finished this commission! Haha at least when I´m paid I pay attention to colours and lighting ahahaha
inktober day 29: clarke & lexa
Swan love is a symbol of beautiful, true and pure love.
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