The Summer Harvest - Sneak Peek
“This isn’t a joke, Klark. I worry about-”
“Me? I know.”
(She wants to ask who worries for Lexa - beside herself of course - but doesn’t.)
The answer is written in the way Lexa holds herself.
She is exhausted.
It’s not obvious, but Clarke has spent enough time alone with her to get to know the signs. Not in the beginning - not while the mating bite was healing and they didn’t fully trust each other - but after diffidence melted away into routine.
The rigidity of Lexa’s spine and the near incessant grind of her teeth, the clouded, distant look inside her eyes as if it’s easy to push through whatever hardship as long as she’s several degrees removed from it. Clarke knows what it looks like when Lexa is walking the divide between focus and full collapse - and this is it.
The rest of my return to clexa (with throne sex) is available on my Patreon along with amazing art from @alphacommander but you can find it on their Patreon page as well!
This was an amazing collaboration and I hope to do it again in the future!
