#apoc verse

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Negotiations {𝒥𝒶𝒸𝒶𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓈}

Apoc Verse

"We seem to have our wires crossed." Jacaerys, he was eerily calm as he was faced with the point of several rifles. He glanced around and a small smirk pulled at his lips, "We're here to negotiate your surrender." He shook his head and spoke again, his voice light and airy, "Not mine."

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

This Doesn't End Well {𝒥𝒶𝒸𝒶𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓈}

Apoc Verse

@tessastormrp

Jacaerys Velaryon stood outside the makeshift compound of the Starks. He had his men with him, more than he would need to finish this, but he wanted to make a point. He needed to make a point. He stood in front of his men, their weapons raised but all of them seemed calm. Jacaerys himself seemed relaxed, although perhaps a bit on edge. He was here for answers, and he was going to get them.

"I'm just here to talk," Jace said firmly as the Starks greeted him. Although Cregan stood at the front of the men he brought with him to the gates.

"You come armed like this to just talk?" Cregan asked glaring at the Targaryen, and his own men raised their weapons to train at the Velaryon and his soldiers.

"Oh come on," Jace let out a soft chuckle taking a small step back, leaning back on his heels before looking at the Starks, "Don't be stupid." He looked around and back at his men, "You're outnumbered. You're outgunned." Slowly his eyes turned back towards the Starks, his damaged one a light blue, almost violet-looking, "this doesn't end well." Jace grinned at them.

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Land of the Dead {𝒥𝒶𝒸𝒶𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓈}

Apoc Verse

"We can't stay here much longer," Jace called out, looking back at his watch before he went about cleaning his machete on an old chair. He glanced around at the dead corpses on the ground. Eight total, nothing they couldn't handle. It meant the shop they had found was still nicely stocked and Jace had piled everything he could into his pack and then anything else they could carry or possibly use he began to pile into his truck.

"Did you hear me?" Jace asked after there came no answer, he sighed and gripped his weapon tightly before moving further into the shop, "If we stay any longer we're gonna be late for the rendezvous."

[etchedinash]

@rebellmade continuing from here. 

When Lexa returned after being gone for two hours, it was yet another heartbreaking reminder how drastic things have changed in such a short time. It was a little more than a week ago when she and Clarke had went hunting. They had received quite the recption for making a safe return. Willow had always made sure to be one of the first people to welcome their Heda back.

But Willow was gone. 

Instead, it was Anya’s angry face that greeted her.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Anya,” Lexa sighed walking past her toward her tent. “Don’t. I am fine and am ready to begin the search.”

“You left without informing anyone, Lexa. You can’t do that. You’re the Commander, you can’t just leave and -- ”

“Well, I did.” Lexa snapped as she spun back around to scowl at her mentor. It nearly escaped her attention that Clarke was a spectator to their conversation. “I didn’t go out into the woods with a noose. I am here, aren’t I? I am here and as Heda, I do not take kindly to you chiding me like I’m some child.”

Lexa and Anya stood face to face exchanging glares. Lexa knew. God, did she know what was expected of her. It was always there in her head. However, she didn’t need to hear it from someone else. The reminders, the expectations, the responsibility, it was growing more suffocating each day but she was still trying in spite of it all. 

[etchedinash]

Nothing Good Ever Lasts

@rebellhearted

As the sun began to set on the third day since the new arrival, Heda was enjoying her pastime with Clarke after a duty-filled day. Harper and Monty had met her in the morning to discuss them staying. Their new shelter and responsibilities had to be determined while Lexa educated them on how things worked within their growing society. She made time to gift Willow her wooden wolf sculpture, which was received with happy squeals and hugs. After ordering for Clarke’s new shelter to be set up at the nearest open area of her tent, she bid farewell to Bellamy and the rest of the newcomers when they left to continue traveling west. 

Finn and his buddies, surprisingly, stayed behind much to her dismay.

Lexa very much doubted they had a sudden change of heart. Anya persuaded her that they would have a sparring session next morning to plot out how they would proceed with their undesired guests. She was looking forward to it for various reasons. Exerting her frustration over Finn, besting her mentor, and distracting from her waning self-restraint whenever she was alone with Clarke. 

“I hope you’re satisfied with the closeness and the bed. If you want to change the layout, feel free to ask for help moving around furniture. For decoration, maybe you could eventually pin up some of your drawings?” Lexa suggested as she strolled alongside Clarke to attend dinner together. She had just wrapped up showing the spacious tent that would serve as Clarke’s new home. “I have to admit I’m waiting patiently for the chance to admire your illustrations.”

[etchedinash]

A Safe Haven And Its Promises // Clexa

“Heda?”, one of her guards called out to her, gaining her attention from where she peacefully rested in her tent, shaded from the glaring sun. “An unrecognizable group has been spotted headed in our direction. Orders?” Lexa hummed quietly. It has been some time since they had a whole group come across their settlement. Groups were unpredictable, though. Lexa would have to practice caution if confronted by them. All it would take is one member attempting to stir things up and putting a halt to whatever trust she may have been willing to build. 

“Weapons?”, Lexa questioned, taking one last sip of her water before standing up from her chair. “Pitiful in comparison,” her guard quipped with a low chuckle. Lexa allowed the corner of her lips to lift briefly before falling into the role of Commander. “If they choose to approach, then let them. We’ll hear them out if that’s what they wish. As always, be on the ready to take them out if they foolish decide to be a threat to our people and our home.” Leaving the tent and her guard to spread the message, Lexa strolled back out into the heat, deciding to wait near the front fortified entrance and see what the approaching group planned to do. Her days have been uneventful recently, and she was intrigued by the new developments.

[higurehige]

"It doesn't matter." he sighed wistfully as if trying to convince himself of this and failing.

The city he had called home for more than a dozen years burned in the distance, the flames reflecting in a blur across his intricate mask.

He should be hollow. This is what he had wanted for so many years.

But there was a weight on his chest, and disembodied thoughts nagging to be let in.