lexa wasn’t oblivious to the edge of DISMISSAL in the words, or to the cold, indifferent expression painted upon octavia’s facade, but she refused to cower beneath it, to retreat or SURRENDER. an eyebrow cocked, her palm remained extended expectantly. “no charade,” lexa countered, “let me see.” the wanheda hesitated for a moment, chest heaving with a delicate sigh even as she battled within herself — a large part of her wanted to cling to her hatred, her resentment and yet, she couldn’t deny that she was drawn to octavia still, as if the heda held lexa’s very SOUL within the grasp of her gloved palms. nor could she deny that a part of her still hovered on the precipice of a love built upon long nights in octavia’s tent as they planned their assault on mount weather, of a tender kiss shared with the echos of war drums as their SYMPHONY. lexa’s gaze softened. “please.”
bruised lips press in to a thin line ; forest gaze linger on the girl from the sky . before she finally looks at the guard outside that were waiting for her queue , small nod of her head before she close the door . ❛ my healer just looked at it . ❜ and walking further in to the room , hands falling to her sides . and covered behind black paint , so soon after a fight , it’s so easy to still be hostile , to not be the girl head over heels in love . jaw clench while she looks down at her hands , shielding herself from looking at lexa while occupying herself with pulling the glove off the hand that wasn’t hurt , putting it on the closest surface ; before she start to unwrap from the light armor she had been wearing . ❛ if you’re so eager to see it , you can change it after i wash off . ❜
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