❛ I miss moments like this more than anything ❜ (costia)
She misses them, too. It’s hard, Lexa realizes fairly quickly, that the moments like this --- close together, barely a breath apart, fingers laced together like once before --- they would be few and far between in the coming months. Even the fast thump of her heart in her chest ( in her ears ) tells her that after the conclave everything will change soon. Either she won’t be chosen or she will. Two very simple paths that lead to more complications. If she isn’t chosen, Costia could be alone, would be. If she is --- what would that mean for the two of them? Commander and..? What would they be? So Lexa swallows hard and only squeezes Costia’s hand. Opts for optimism. “We’ll have time after the spirit chooses me. I promise you, I will make time for you.”
