Yes ! Thank you ! Number 20 "...on a scar" please. You're amazing !
Lexa's breathing shakes still as Clarke's finger brush over the scar that now permanently adorns her abdomen. A decade later, the scar has shifted with Lexa's body changes, a duller pink tone to it, so much easier to look at than the angry black hole it was at the time of infliction.
She still wakes in a cold sweat, a horrible cold pain where the healed scar now sits, betrayal and confusion washing over her until she is reminded she is safe and alive.
Clarke's face twists in pained guilt at her words and Lexa's whole being tries to comfort her, remind her once again she is not at fault for what happened to her, no matter what Titus had told her as he was held in a cell waiting his judgement as Lexa fought for her life.
"It is not your fault niron." She dreads how this too weights in on Clarke's mind, another demon that looms over her mind and heart.
Lexa might carry the physical scar of that night, but the pain is shared equally amongst them both. Death has never scared Lexa, she shamelessly admits there were times she would have welcomed it with open arms, but of all the days for death to knock on her door, that had been the day Lexa had given everything to stay alive.
For the month Lexa stayed between brief moments of lucidity and longer periods of bargaining with death, Clarke had stayed by her side and by the time Lexa's had made her case and returned to them, Clarke looked as close to death as Lexa did, face sunken from lack of eating, blue eyes nearly taken over bu the redness around them.
It's has been healed for years now. No longer any need to change bandages or avoid certain movements to avoid opening the stitches back up. Clarke knows it. Wounds on the body are easy to treat Lexa has learnt. It's the ones they leave inside that no stitch can close back up.
"Maybe not. But we can try."
Gentle lips touch the small circle on Lexa's naked body, pressing down on the skin below. She takes comfort in the gesture, the warmth of Clarke's lips on her skin much like a bandage - it does not heal, it does not take the damage away; but without it, the process cannot start.