lays on clarke for cuddles bc she Tired - thalia xoxo
// @earthsbled
it’s in the quiet moments they have, when the camp hubbub has dulled and the fires burn low, that clarke remembers how grateful she is for her best friend. thalia burrows into clarke’s lap without warning and clarke smiles. a real smile. the hundred have had hardly anything but trouble and strife since reaching the ground, but clarke has the comforting weight of a person she loves holding her down. lucky doesn’t even begin to describe how she feels.
ever so lightly, thin fingers start to brush through thalia’s hair, moving it away from her face and disentangling the locks. it’s beautiful hair that seems to glimmer like obsidian in the daylight and the intensity of inkiest black in the dimness of their flimsy tent. the color only intensifies the pale, delicate contours of the girl’s face. odd, for such a sharp-witted and bold person. yet every one of thalia’s edges were still somehow meted out with occasional softness. that only added to her allure, really.
if clarke knows anything now, after only a few weeks on the ground, it’s that thalia has probably become the most important person to her. and because of thalia, everything is perfect for a few moments - no matter what situation either of them wake up to the next morning.
