#pyrrhica

[leksakom]

@pyrrhica

lexa  laughs,  dodges  a wild, pond-water splash.  she extends a battered toy              smoothly carved, expertly hewn in the shape of a mallard, beak starting to wear around the edges                to the happy, chubby baby hands waving about in the shallows.  

to clarke, still on the shore, lexa calls while milo bounces the wooden duck in the water,  ❛  will you join us?  ❜

[damnmechanicd]

@pyrrhica / @komwarr happy birthday, ange! i’m not really good with the whole sappy thing but honestly, i’m glad i got over the anxiety and bothered you to the point where you talked to me :) i was intimidated by you and your writing for the longest time but you’re not only a wonderful writer, you’re a wonderful person and friend as well. i know you’ve got my back and i’ve got yours, whether it’s whining about being stuck at work or something that’s truly important and i’m very thankful for that. 

i remembered how much you enjoyed clarke in this last scene so i thought that this’d be cool. hope you like it!!! and i hope you’re having a wonderful day. and i don’t think i’ve gotta say it but good luck with everything in the future. i’ll be around for it :)

love, ur favorite pain in the ass.

[taerrine-blog]

* &   @pyrrhica

                  lips upturn in a careful expression ;  optics reflecting trees,  vines and the freedom of the forests.  she knows better then to interrupt  /  careful observer-- silently retaining the ways of people she wouldn’t quite yet call her own.  there clarke sat,  busied with the task far too weighted for the small expanse of her back to shoulder alone.     ❛  why don’t you take a break?   ❜  soft intonation set in offering.   &  rebuttal would not be tended to lightly.   careful palms meant for mending reached to grip that which had the intent to solve  ;  caressing from wrist to index.    ❛   i’m sure looking at it with a fresh set of rested eyes will solve more than blankly staring.  ❜   even a leader needed to be reminded of their own well-being.  that they still had needs beyond fulfilling their station  &  beckon of their people.  that was what niylah was:  a silent un-expectant reprieve from judgement. 

[redemptia]

@pyrrhica

slow lips along her neck, sleepy figure hovering above her as she grins. donned in just a baggy shirt && panties, her long toned legs straddle clarke’s hips as her hair brushes over the creamy skin. “happy valentine’s day,” she purrs, tongue swirling along her collarbone.

[forgedleader]

send 📚 for a dialogue starter from a random book page. @pyrrhica.

         ❛          clarke,  i’ve had the crappiest day   e v e r.          please don’t lay a guilt trip on me on top of it.          ❜

[leksakom]

@pyrrhica

it’s  warm,  the  sort of muggy heat that trips early spring into summer.  light streaks through the trees  &  casts golden fronds over the glimmering lake water.  

lexa’s braids are damp from the trek  ;  the nape of her neck  clings  to the thick pelt of her cloak.  little curls meander away from her temples.  she’s thankful for the lack of paint streaming down her cheeks today even with the heavy drape of her pauldron.  &  as her toes creep up to the shore of where tree shade meets the bright bath of sun on the grass, she strips it from her shoulder, fingertips working at the clasps on her coat.  

❛  i used to come out here after we finished training for the day.   ❜   she says, reaching for the hem of her shirt, the buttons on her pants.  once she’s bare, sapling legs  &  vines of ink crawling up the weather-bronze length of her spine, she strides easily toward the water.  a hooking smirk tugs her lips as she squints back at her wife.  ❛   it’s quiet.  none of the other novitiates ever could find it.  ❜   &  in those moments, they were the last her mind knew silence, no commanders tittering in her ear as they do now.   ❛                    do you like to swim?  ❜

[damnmechanicd]

           feat. damnmechanic as raven reyes, pyrrhica as clarke griffin & damnleader as bellamy blake.                                                                           written by: cara, ange & nikki.

[leksakom]

@pyrrhica

❛  you’ve  got  something              ❜   her thumb hovers near clarke’s cheek. flour streaks across the neat pleats of her chef’s coat  &  her senses are filled with sugar  &  fresh dough.