I LOVE your Clarke/Roan (and Bell/Gina!) stuff honestly but I'm not very imaginative when it comes to prompts! Maybe something in the aftermath of when ice nation attacks skaikru delegation (in the next ep) after Clarke and Bellamy have a blowout and Clarke is forced to stay with lexa even after the attack? Which would be traumatizing probably. Idk I love all of it! Thanks!
I hope this is only marginally traumatizing? The usual mix of Clarke/Roan, Clarke/Lexa, and Clarke/Bellamy that is the Their Faces AU. Part I, Part II.
“So you’re staying.” It wasn’t a question, and the anger in Bellamy’s voice tore at her skin. “I thought once you knelt to her, you’d be done.”
“It’s not that simple,” she said, trying and failing to keep the tremor out of her voice. “There’s things I need to--I’m staying,” she finished. “I will come home, but...not yet.”
“What now? What possible reason could you have to stay?” he exploded. “They tried to kill us, in case you forgot.”
“Never.” She wanted him to understand that every death of her people left a mark on her soul, and that was why she was staying— her soul was too heavy, too black. She couldn’t bear for them to see that, so she would stay in Polis with a woman whose soul was as dark as her own. But the words wouldn’t come, so instead she focused on holding back the tears.
“Then why won’t you come home?” He sounded almost as broken as she was, and Clarke turned towards her balcony rail to steel herself. She wondered where Roan was; they had freedom of the building now, but weren’t allowed out the doors yet. He was usually in their shared quarters, but he had left some time before Bellamy arrived. “We need you there, Clarke. It’s not— it’s not the same without you. We’re lost. We need you,” he begged.
She wrapped her hands around the iron railing and let the metal ground her. “Not yet. Please, Bellamy, don’t ask again.”
“I won’t,” he spat, and all the sadness was gone, replaced by rage. She’d earned that, she supposed.
“Stay safe,” she whispered, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around and watch him leave. Instead she watched the newly budding leaves wave in the breeze, even as each of his footsteps felt like a knife in her heart. He closed the door behind him, and a tear slipped down his cheek.
The sun had sunk to the tops of the trees when the door opened again and Roan padded softly across their room. “Your people left,” he observed, joining her at the balcony.
“They did.”
“I heard heda offered you a chance to leave.”
“I couldn’t.”
He scoffed. “The great wanheda, scared to see her own people.”
“That’s not what this is,” she said. He’d called her that so many times it had lost its sting, or maybe she’d come to hate him a little less during her confinement.
“It’s not?”
“I have to stay.”
“Because you have feelings for the Commander and you think that’s betraying him. So you’re running. Again.”
“You’re wrong.”
Roan laughed, a velvety dark sound. “You’re a bad liar.”
“And you’re not as smart as you think you are,” Clarke snapped.
“Perhaps not.” He leaned close enough for his breath to tickle her ear. “But I have eyes, and it’s obvious that Wanheda has brought two powerful people to their knees.” He backed away and sauntered towards his bunk. “You’ll have to choose, you know,” he called over his shoulder. “One day.”