To Build A Home

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke gently wrapped her arms around Niylah. She agreed, there were always kids that needed homes, especially given how violent the grounder culture was, but that didn’t mean she particularly liked to abandon the idea of pregnancy. With the right donor, they could have a kid that would look as if it was their biological kid. And then the possibility to have half siblings. Maybe they would meet a little kid they fell in love with on the way, Clarke hoped so. One day they might find a kid they both could mother, if she found a maternal instinct in her, that Niylah seemed to have so naturally.

“If we start trading with Arkadia, we could have a child of our own, or two.” Clarke whispered. “Arkadia has the technology for us to conceive without a father being involved, even a distant possibility to make the child entirely ours.” But that was harder than just getting a donor. “We will see. We don’t have to decide now. We have all the time in the world.” Because this was it for Clarke. This was her present and future. She didn’t want to go back to Arkadia full time. She was nobody, belonged to no clan, she belonged to this farm and Niylah and that was it.

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TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: Clarke Griffin

"Two children without a father being involved?" she asked with a playful grin. "You sky people are very strange." She didn't mean it as an insult at all, she just couldn't wrap her mind around the technology. How could anyone make a child without two partners? How could Skaikru technology make a child. "And you are ambitious..." Again her tone was teasing as she wrapped her arms around Clarke and kissed her shoulder from behind. "We don't have to decide now at all... but I think that we should." Niylah moved to continue cooking their dinner as she thought about it. Having a family up in their mountain home would be beautiful. They would be safe, cared for and have everything that they needed.

"Have you ever thought about possibly opening a post here? Especially if we have a family." Niylah smiled softly and looked over at Clarke in the candlelight. "We wouldn't need to travel... It would be in a few years, so nobody would recognize you even if they knew your face." Niylah tilted her head with curiosity, wondering what she would think of it. They didn't make their home a trading post because of the issues that Niylah ran into back in her old home. Plus, people searched for Wanheda. Keeping her safe was hard when people were passing through all the time.

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[Clarke Griffin]

“Not strange at all. Just… we have the technology for it.” And they would advance. The apocalypse delayed the advances of human technology. But it couldn’t stop them at all. Humanity came through. And now it was their option to have a child together. They could become parents without having to have a guy. Though for a child for them, Clarke would not even be against a mans aide. It was all about communication and they were doing just that. They were communicating. They were talking about it right now. They could set this up. Well they still had time. 

“A trading post?” Clarke asked. It was risky, but if they didn’t dare things, what were they going to do? Niylah was good at that. And they had their routine. They knew how to live their lives every day. It worked between them. It worked so very nicely. She loved it. A trading post, risky as it was, was their thing. That’s how they met. It was what she loved. And with her herbs and remedies. “I think that’s the perfect idea. With your talent, our animals, the herbs and teas we can make pretty prices, support our family nicely once we have it.” And maybe, just maybe they could help her family in Arkadia. Maybe it would be the dream she had. “I love you, Niylah. I love you like I never loved before.”

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Imagining such technology was difficult for Niylah. She'd grown up in a world without it-- where the only technology was the kind you made with your bare hands. Still, she knew Clarke came from a different world than she. It was part of the reason she loved her... it was what made her Clarke. Sometimes Niylah wondered if she could ever feel this way about another Trikru, man or woman. It didn't seem likely. They were all raised with the same mentality and same box of ignorance that Niylah was all too happy to shed. Arkadia scared her, but she knew that they couldn't be a danger to her and Clarke. Especially when they were Clarke's people; her family. Niylah was scared, but that didn't mean she was unwilling to do this. With Clarke, she would do anything. Niylah nodded in agreement and smiled tenderly at the thought. "You would make a good healer," she said softly. Most healers were bound to their villages, leaving very little aid for travellers and people without clans. Clarke would be an incredible nomadic healer. "With your knowledge and even Arkadia's aid, you'd be an incredible aid to those who have none."

That would require a lot of changes though. It would require exposure which in itself was risky, but she believed that the ghost of Wanheda would pass. There were only drawings and whispers of her at this point, and Niylah would never let anyone take her away. She kept rumors moving when they came about. Wanheda was crossing the deadzone-- where she would probably die. Where people looking for her would probably die. It was the best answer one could give. Though, Clarke threw Niylah with a moment of sincerity. Love, affection-- they were not things that didn't happen on a regular basis, but it had taken so long for them to be comfortable... Niylah still got warm every time Clarke told her she loved her. She couldn't help smiling and setting down the food she was preparing to cup Clarke's face and run her fingers through her hair. "I love you too," she murmured softly as she pressed her lips against her head. Softly she shifted and kissed her lips; thumbs tracing her jaw. "More than I can express... Even in my own words..." She let out a small sigh before offering her a crooked grin. "What do you think of baby names?" she asked teasingly as she moved to place the pot to the stove.

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[Clarke Griffin]

Baby names? Now that was something she actually never thought of before. Not in that aspect. Once before she had imagined being a mother. But that was when she and Wells were dating, when children were far in the future and potentially impossible. Her priorities had shifted since then. More than once. Once she was a careless girl who wanted to become a doctor. She wanted to be a mother, have one kid and the likes. It was cute, adorable really. Then her priorities shifted. She wanted to survive. She wanted her people to survive and she was willing to kill for that. Those were priorities she never thought she'd ever have. But once more they were changed. Now she had all of this. Now she thought of children.

"I would really like to name a son 'Jake'." she replied to that question finally. It was a simple reason, too. "It was my fathers name. He got killed up on the station. He discovered that we were running out of oxygen. It would have killed a lot of people. He thought everyone deserved to know. So he wanted to tell everyone. But our chancellor and the entire council decided it was a bad idea. They locked him up as a criminal and floated him, so killed him. Locked me up for knowing. My dad was a hero. So I would really like for one of the names of our potential son to be Jake. Maybe the middle name."

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As Niylah cooked, she listened to Clarke’s story. There were things she didn’t understand, but she was able to latch onto it and fill any blanks... ‘Floated’ was a term that she’d been told about before... where they would throw their own people from their ship and into the empty sky. She always wondered what happened to them when they were thrown away... Did they fall to the earth or simply starve? Space was such a mystery to her people. She didn’t want to harass Clarke with questions about it... It didn’t matter in the end; Jake, her father, was dead—and died a heroic death, trying to warn his people that of which his commander wanted to hide. She supposed their commander would do the same. “I like the name...” Niylah said with a soft smile. “I’ve never met anyone with it... It’s honorable though—to name our son after your father if he was as brave as he sounds.”

Carefully, she removed the pot from the stove and set it aside to thicken as she set bowls aside. “Your people... had strange ways in the sky,” she mused lightly as she filled the bowls. “Locking away children; killing people for wanting to save their own... Trikru is ruthless- I could never defend that, but The Ark must have been a very difficult place to live.” They didn’t have access to other clans, hunting, water or even real air. Locked in a metal cage in the sky—it made sense they would kill off their own to survive. Sick, but understandable. “Your mother—did she know about it?”

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