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Post by Clarke Griffin on Dec 22, 2019 20:01:54 GMT
Getting the people out of the bunker was connected with a hell of nerves. To her own surprise nobody had found the second child yet. But she had trained the little boy well. He had a very, very different hiding place than Madi and he could be very quiet if he wanted to be. He had one of his toys with him. If in doubt, Clarke knew they would buy it if they claimed the toys belonged to Madi. They did, too, but not all of them. Some of them Madi even made for the small boy. She just hoped the boy would be okay. She had to let her friends know about him eventually, but that in itself was tricky without knowing the loyalties of the Azgeda people. She had to be sure he would be safe first. Otherwise, he or Madi could be in danger and she didn't want any of the two kids she loved as her own to be endangered. One even was her own.
As the people of the bunker one by one she was glad to see her friends still alive. So much could have happened in these years. But then one very, very unexpected face was brought up. Roan. She thought he died in the conclave. She thought she had lost him forever, not that she ever truly had him. Things had been way too complicated before praimfaya. And they were no less complicated now with her little boy now in the picture. One night in the lab and her not realizing her implant had stopped working was all it took to create life after the second apocalypse basically. She didn't even know if he knew she survived or if, based on her not being in the bunker, he thought she was dead or not. In any case she thought he was dead. And now here he was. Alive and well.
Clarke didn't even realize she walked to him until she stood right in front of him, her face full of awe. He was alive. And he looked good. "You're alive...I thought you died in the conclave. I....you're alive." It was more than she ever thought possible. But still, things might not be as easy as her joy made her believe in that moment. She had to tell him about Theo and about her worries with him, but one thing ad the time. Surrounded by this many people, she couldn't.
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Post by King Roan on Dec 22, 2019 21:02:32 GMT
Roan tell the wolves i'm home 6 years. 6 years in the bunker. More then expected. They said five years but then the door wouldn't open. So they began what they would assume was a permit wait. After the dark year, and the pits, he didn't think this day would ever come. Now that it had, Roan was one of the first up.
Stepping out of the whole that he kept them alive for years made him take a deep breath, and walk a few steps int he sun. He'd hated the still air, and the way the sound echoed off each wall when he walked. He'd hated the fact that it smelled like bodies, and musty growth. Taking a long slow deep breath, Roan inhaled the fresh air for the first time in 6 years. Finally!
Then he saw her. Blinking, Roan took a few slow steps toward her, and came to stand there staring in shock down at her. She'd thought he was dead, and he'd heard they'd either perished or went to space! No one knew for sure. Her hair was shorter, and she looked different but the same too. "My clan found me, and took me to the bunker." He hadn't been dead all the way. For a while he's been blind but now his eyes had healed. "They thought you were dead." And yet she was here and he wasn't sure if he should hug her or if she was a dream.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Dec 22, 2019 22:03:34 GMT
His voice. She had forgotten how soft, warm and deep his voice was. In her mind the memory of it blended with Theos voice. She had forgotten what he sounded like. She had forgotten how his presence felt. She had forgotten how it could make her feel calm, because he saw right through her most of the time. Pretending to be stronger than she was, was not in the cards with him. "Nightblood worked," she said as way of explanation for him. "I was up here the entire time." Neither in space, nor dead. She was up here, she found a daughter and had a son, his son. And he had just told her that it was his clan that saved him. So they retained loyalty to him, she guessed. Despite what happened here, she guessed they remained loyal to him still, no matter what happened and changed down there, though she had yet to figure out what it was. Octavia for sure seemed to be their leader and some seemed very, very loyal to her, but she had to really watch that still.
"Roan...we need to talk. Alone." That in itself seemed menacing, she knew that, so she gave him a smile. "There are so many things we have to catch up on." And if she was going to tell anyone about Theo, it had to be him first. Theo was his son after all. She had told the kid all these stories about Roan, thinking he would never meet him. And now, now he could. As soon as they dealt with these newcomers and got him out of his hiding place. It was a good feeling to know that Theo would meet him and maybe have him in his life. Clarke did her best, but she learned fast that he would need a father. Part of her had settled on the fact that some of her friends might need to take on parts of that role, but now, now Theo had a chance on his real father.
"I am so glad you are alive."
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Post by King Roan on Jan 3, 2020 2:38:58 GMT
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She smiled at him, and he wanted to smile back but the emotions he felt were heady and heavy. For six years they had been appart and he wasn't sure what to do. He knew that as a leader amidst the people he needed to step up and help make sure that everything was going according to the last minute plan they had put together. On the other . . . .
It had been six years and they had enough people in charge right now. He could catch up with them soon. Lifting his hand up to her cheek he let his war roughened fingers touch the smooth and soft skin of her cheek. He knew she had asked to talk to him alone and said more to him. He would go with her to talk in a moment for now. Lifting his other hand to her neck, he cupped her there and tilted her face back some. They could talk in a moment. Roan bent his head and kissed her no longer stunned to see her, just glad. Glad she was alive and glad she was here.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Jan 6, 2020 13:56:26 GMT
Six years ago, Clarke was sure there was a spark between her and Roan. She had always thought that they might be able to fan it into a fully fledged flame with time, but then again from her side, she did it with every story she told her son. She clung to Roans memory, romanticized him and their relationship. Or so she thought. Because as he placed his hand on her cheek, the other on her neck, she wasn't so sure she was romanticizing anything. Once he kissed her, she was sure. If he felt this way towards her after six years, without a son to cling to like she did, there was more than just a tiny spark. There was a flame between them. And she didn't romanticize it, she cautioned herself in her grief, trying to mask the pain she felt at his loss, a loss that was never really there to begin with, it turned out.
Clarke kissed him back, of course, needing to feel him again. Placing her hands on his chest, she tried to get closer, as close as she could. Breathing in his scent, it seemed like he was still very much the Roan she remembered with changes, but no changes would be weird after six years. "That was...unexpected..." She admitted, but she made no move to create distance between them. On the contrary, she wanted to stay close to him. "But lovely. You have no idea how much I missed you. I thought I'd never see you again."
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