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                 ❛      The Order thanks you for all your help ,      ❜                  She says , though eyebrow ARCHES and there’s a note of sarcasm in her tone  ━━━  both know that this was hardly an a p p r o v e d venture .

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                      ❛ LINCOLN. ❜  tone is firm  :  an air of AUTHORITY that demands to be accepted surrounds her. it is a greeting of sorts, accompanied by a nod  ;  dried in the SOLACE the woods offer while twigs break soundlessly beneath her feet. head tilted & INQUISITION in her gaze              here she regains what near them she must hide.  ❛ have you been near the skaikru's camp ? ❜     (  @turnedmonster !  )

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                 DETERMINATION. It was in every movement she made. Every decision that crossed her path. Every mile she rode on the back of Lexa’s horse until she reached the edge of the barricade. It was then that she had parted ways with the animal, and it was then that her determination faltered and she felt the wave of grief hit her for what felt like the hundredth time. It was the last of Lexa she might see until the Flame, which rested in her pack, found a home in the next Commander. And even then, who was she to believe that the spirit of her lost comrade might rest in a tiny computer? It seemed illogical. And yet here she was, fighting to protect this tiny thing that apparently held all of the past Hedas. Stealing the Flame, becoming the new Flamekeeper, escaping Polis and Ontari’s subjects because it was the only way to save her people. The way to save peace, and Skaikru, and Lexa. 

                Clarke placed her forehead to the beast’s, saying one last goodbye to the only thing that made any sort of sense to associate with Lexa. Something tangible and breathing. Not a broken body under a blanket of candles and dried blood. Not a computer cut out of her skin. And as she let go and ordered it away, she turned towards Arkadia and began the second half of the journey on foot. Her mission was to find Lincoln. And like he had inspired courage in so many before her, the idea that he was her saviour... the chosen one... it brought Clarke strength as well. 

               It seemed almost fateful to find Indra on her way, the Commander’s second returning to Polis as the horns sounded Lexa’s demise. At first the pair were weary, but as Clarke explained that she had to find Lincoln for everyone’s sake, it was Indra who had sent her in the direction of the caves which the others hid. It took an hour or two to find and approach. Her hands raised to the air, baring no weapons. It had been Harper her frisked her, and then pulled her to a hug she hadn’t been expecting. A hug she hadn’t realized she needed. After that it was all a blur of greetings and information thrown between all of them, the Skaikru and Trikru that had escaped. Of Pike and Ontari and threats they needed to handle. She kept her tongue tied as she listened, though her eyes found Lincoln’s and it was then that she excused herself to find a quiet place between them. 

                                                       “ I know. ”

              Was all she could say, in a voice as gentle as possible. She wasn’t accusing him. No judgement in her voice to a man who had walked away from the burden of leadership. He was a Nightblood. He was born to potentially hold an entire civilization on his back, and had hid from it. She as Wanheda had walked away from her people, her family, for months to play hermit in the forest. She knew the taxation of leadership. She knew what it could do. And she knew what she was about to ask him, but Lincoln wasn’t Clarke. He was BETTER.

                           “ You’re a Nightblood. You’re the one that escaped. ”

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MUN INFO. name: chelsey. age: 23 MUSE INFO. name: lincoln. age: twenty-three. title: warrior / scout. bio: 

       even as a child, lincoln was always curious about the people from the sky. he never adopted the same violence that a lot of the other grounders had inhibited. since they had rarely been faced with a skyperson, lincoln’s feelings towards them hardly came to light ; he fulfilled his role in the woods clan & moved through the ranks as a warrior without complicaiton. despite the harsh ways of his people, lincoln secretly held onto that soft spot of his personality, still believing there was good in the world.

       the dropship falling from the sky was one of the most exciting things ( in lincoln’s opinion ) to happen since he was a boy. this wasn’t just one skyperson on the earth — it was one hundred. the other grounders kept an eye on the new arrival out of wariness ; lincoln observed them because he was intrigued. he found himself frequently volunteering to go on scouting missions, and often pursued them on his own without the larger group. the skypeople were young, unprepared for living conditions on the ground, and no one expected them to live —— but they did.

       lincoln falls onto the side of the grounders that want to establish an alliance with the skypeople. while he believes they could be useful to have on their side tactically & strategically, this isn’t the reason he wants peace. he can’t find it in himself to hate a group of people that haven’t done anything purposely wrong. lincoln wants to give them a chance, and he thinks this could be a good opportunity for both groups of people to learn from each other. he has kept a relative distance due to the guidance of his leaders, but he wants to help the skypeople survive. lincoln won’t be naive & trust them wholeheartedly, but he refuses to think that they are the enemy until they give him a reason to change his mind.

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       today, abby’s silent as she treats lincoln’s wounds. she’s been permitted inside lockup to tend to those injured in the riots. pike doesn’t want them killed before they can be used to make a POINT. he’d never say so in as many words, but abby knows it’s the truth. marcus is just on the other side, but she can’t bring herself to even look at him, so she immerses herself in conversation, on the rare occasions she makes it, with lincoln instead. ❝ can you tell me what the tattoos mean ? or...is it too PERSONAL ? ❞ 

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     she wanted to train, to become a fighter. ever since the mountain she found herself wanting to be stronger than before, wanting to be a warrior like octavia had become. but no one around camp was willing to train a thirteen year old. she’d stil yet to ask someone. approaching lincoln was nerve wracking enough, hands constantly fiddling with one another.

          “um, excuse me? lincoln?”

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