Lexa Ascending: A Prequel
Unfinished but not unloved.
Every inch of her hurt. The crushed fingers on her left hand. The shallow but dirty cuts across her shoulder blade, down her forearm. The skinned knees and scraped palms. The deep ache in her legs reminding her that she had fought hard for what had felt like a long time. Days. Years. But it had only been hours. From one opponent to another. From one brother, one sister, one lukot, to another. They were gone. She was all that was left.
Art by the amazing @thasbians
Alright dear friends, I’ve made peace with the fact that I’m never going to finish this fic, but the @goodintentionswipfest has given me the motivation to post it all anyhow.
I actually really love this story, but I just can't seem to summon the atmosphere of it again. I'll post all six chapters on AO3 over the course of the next two weeks, through October 31.
Click here to read. Thanks for taking a chance on a forever unfinished WIP.
