five times kissed (bc YEEEEEEE BOY)
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one ;; it’s a month after they did it, after they saved the world ( a notion that still makes clarke laugh bitterly. how had THIS become their lives? their version of normal, of ‘just another day’. ) an entire month of trying to fumble through and figure out how to live in a world that they’d done nothing but fight in. they were now living in a time of PEACE, but the war still raged on in clarke’s mind. for her, the war was never over. too many ghosts to haunt her and remind her of all the suffering. in sleep, it doesn’t end. the torment only worsens as she’s left in the silence with only her mind and the memories as her company. she wakes, sweaty with the visions of the dead still lingering. it’s only when she’s out in the cool night air that she feels a little less like she might be suffocating. and it’s when she spots raven that she forgets her own worries and instead finds another focus– comforting her. because the sad look she see’s in the other girls is almost too much for her to bear. they spend an entire hour like that– comforting on another. being there for each other. being OPEN and HONEST. talking about everything and clarke is struck by just how easy it is to talk to her. hadn’t it always been? it’s the third night they spend like this that clarke finally give in and kisses her. for the first time in forever, something finally feels right again and her smile is GENUINE.
two ;; clarke isn’t even sure what they are really. she finds herself spending almost all of her free time in raven’s company. it’s where she feels most at ease. it’s where she finds herself smiling more often– LAUGHING in the most carefree way she has since life on the ark. she doesn’t WANT to over think it. she doesn’t want to question what they are. she’s had too much of that for a lifetime– almost relationships with people just for it to be stolen at the last moment. in a way, she’s afraid to put a label on it. afraid that putting a name on it would make it real– make it more vulnerable to clarke’s rough touch that only seems to DESTROY those she cares about. so instead of questioning it, instead of making some big deal of it– she’ll lean across the table between them and kiss her. it’s PUBLIC and people can clearly see them. but she doesn’t care. all that matters is raven is beautiful and she’s SMILING and clarke just has to kiss her.
three ;; “shhh, shhh raven it’s okay– raven, i’m here.” she’s clinging to the other girl, holding her in her arms and stroking through the girls hair– anything to soothe her writhing, the way she cries out in her sleep. it’s a good ten minutes before either of them speak again, but at least it’s calmer. no more heavy breathing, no muffled sobs. it’s quiet. but clarke is swallowed whole by the feeling of restlessness– that there never really can be PEACE when they’ve live through so much pain. but for raven– god, for raven she’s so willing to believe it’s possible. for raven, she’d believe in hope again. “it’s gonna be okay. we’ll get through it all.” it’s a promise– one she’ll STICK TO. the kiss is soft, gently pressed to her forehead– an action repeated until raven falls back to sleep.
four ;; “you’re a genius, raven.” how many times has she had that thought? how many times has raven created something INCREDIBLE, come up with the plan to save them all and left clarke astounded by the beauty of her mind? it’s not something she’ll ever get used to. she’ll never stop being amazed by just how incredible raven is. but where she in the past, may not have been quite so vocal about it– she’s not holding back now. she’s done pretending the other girl doesn’t totally blow her away on a regular basis. she’s also not going to give a DAMN about the presence of their friends when she pressed a firm kiss to raven’s lips.
five ;; clarke never imagined she’d say the words again. she never imagined she’d even think about feeling this way again. every time she’d said it– people died. the words were so tainted, drenched in blood. but with raven… it’s so much MORE. it’s pure and it’s born out of nothing but happiness. looking over at her as the other girl looks up to the stars– rambling on and on about space– she can’t ignore what she’s feeling, what she’s been feeling for a long time now. and in spite of it all, in spite of her fears of losing those she loves– the words come easily. spoken with a breath before she brings her lips to raven’s. she loves her. she’s more sure of it than anything.
