#groundrisen

[lcvedhermoveds-blog]

               @groundrisen.

          “---thank you.” there’s a pause as she comes out from the back, eyes flickering around the shop as she curls her arms around her chest. “for telling them that i wasn’t here.” it’s been four months since clarke last saw any of her people, and while it gives her mixed feelings about the fact that they’re still looking for her, she’s just not ready to deal with them.

[voiidcd-blog]

          clarke had been seeing people one by one climbing out of the bunker, taking in the fresh air and trying to help other people get out. then there was just an outpour of people, groups trying to see what was left of this planet. clarke stood by her rover with madi for a while, until a familiar face rose from the bunker. ❛ niylah... ❜ the name left her lips in a breath of relief. her feet carried her closer to the woman. ❛ niylah! ❜ she called a little louder once she was within a few feet from her. ❛ i’m so glad that you’re alive-- ❜ she smiled tearfully.

@groundrisen | clarke griffin; starter call

[opscuritas-blog]

a soft groan. at first that was all she could manage. her PAIN tolerance was high but the pain she felt was still more than she’d IMAGINED it would’ve been. her vision remained BLURRED for longer than one would’ve liked -- or so the warrior thought. even though the MEMORIES were BLAND and FADED, she’d remembered ECHO’S blade, the air leaving her lungs as her heels tipped over the EDGE of the cliff. HELIOS. home. 

after MOMENTS of fluttering eyelids, finally using her STRENGTH to come to. clarke’s girlfriend -- friend? -- sat beside her, fingers fiddling with some project or another. her voice was DRY and HARSH, but even still she managed, “niylah?” //: @groundrisen

[colorsfloors-a]

                                      | the starter @groundrisen didn’t really ask for

         a cold wind slipped through the crack in the door of clarke’s room as her eyes flutter open. dull rays of sunlight spill in from the early morning through the window. trying to save the world wasn’t an easy job; but she needed to rise and shine and prepare herself for a day of possible death and black rain. and as she extends her body to stretch, she turns her head to let her eyes fall against the slightly paled skin and dirty blonde hair of niylah, and she forgets about everything else for a moment.

              there’s a small shadow of a smile over clarke’s lips. but still, she pushes herself up from the bed and swings her legs over the side, making sure to move quietly and not to wake the girl beside her. 

[survivormoves]

continued from here for @groundrisen

[ text ;; niylah ] look i got NO clue how this happened ok

[ text ;; niylah ] i thought i ordered something entirely else??? and now im stuck with a chinchilla? like wtf???

[text ;; niylah ] you can totes have it. pick it up. have it. do with it what you want !!

[jobikilled-a]

@groundrisen || Starter

Jasper watches as Niylah makes the tea in front of him. Jasper was resigned to let her do it herself but Jasper had to watch, needed to know how so he could make more for his people. The music is less deafening in this room, Jasper’s ears however still ring from it, pleasant sounds, the sound of a party. Jasper remembers her movements, making note of the amounts, the stoichiometry, the hand movements, the precision. It was why he was a master at chemistry, ability to watch and learn like no other, even while being wasted. With uplifted eyebrows and a sly smile,

“How do you know how to make this again?”

[nowebakdaun-blog]

@groundrisen  

            “oh, that’s lovely! i’m so happy for you.”

[lcvedhermoveds-blog]

               @groundrisen  /  100 threads or bust.

          “---you’re bad at this whole sneaking thing.” it’s a soft murmur from the bed, where clarke’s curled up under a sheet with just her blonde hair poking out. blue eyes blink sleepily, having been watching niylah as she moved around the room to find her clothing. a yawn parts her lips, toes curling as she stretches slightly, sheet shifting down to expose her bare back. “i was going to make pancakes.”