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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 24, 2015 15:59:47 GMT
“I hardly have any understanding of them.” Clark protested. “Your sister is the grounder expert.” She was basically a Grounder herself. Clarke was still a bit weary of the entire thing, the culture and especially Lexa now. She knew she would have to be extremely careful around her and Octavia. It was one thing for her friends to find out about everything, but for the Grounders… Lexa still held power over her with the knowledge of what they did that night. Her people were loyal. She could make them believe it was only Clarkes fault, she could sing them a sob story, they would always believe Lexa over Clarke, that much was true, so they had to play their cards carefully, unless they wanted a repeat of the Finn situation, with her tied to the pole. Not that this would be too bad an option. IF that ever came to be, she hoped they would not make her friends watch, like they had done with Finn. But for now they had other things to worry about. In order to stop it, Clarke had an idea, though. She stopped.
“We have something against her, like she has something against me. When you told me about Tondc, I tried to make her evacuate. She decided against it. She let all those people die.” Granted she had not done too much, but Lexas manipulation back then had been thorough and very goal oriented. Bellamy might need that information one day. With Octavia knowing what had gone on and hating it and her, she knew the Blakes could make good arguments for their people. They could protect them together. She put her full faith in them. “Come. I think we have a few things to take care of. Like freeing our people. I bet you’re dying to reunite with Octavia as well.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 24, 2015 14:18:05 GMT
Ever the strategist, Clarke found herself easily falling in line with his idea of taking whoever came hostage. She’d not feel any remorse for that. They had them captured. They were, from what they could see, the prisoners of the people there and had been held in a medical station like some guinea pigs or laboratory rats. Whatever they wanted, Clarkes gut told her it was not good. Had it been good, surely those people would have communicated with them in some form, instead of just taking them by force and locking them up. As they hadn’t, why should Clarke feel regret about them having to take someone to protect themselves and their people? She stayed behind him as he wanted her to, but ready to take over, should they need it.
Bellamy was more than capable of overpowering someone, Clarke was physically weaker, so she reached for a shard of glass as weapon. Should anything go wrong, she could still defend the two of them with this simple tool and that was more than enough of what they needed. Finally she heard the footsteps. She peaked around the corner, feeling a bit shocked and weird to be confronted with a person wearing full hazmat. Why? Why would anyone wear a hazmat around them? And let them not wear it. Were they poisoning them? What the hell was going on? Whatever the meaning was, Clarke wanted to find out, either from that person or from another.
“Take their hazmat off, Bellamy.” She whispered to her partner. It was the easiest and fastest way to get through to them she suspected. If there was anything dangerous in the air, they would find out if the exposed them to it. Again Bellamy and her were exposed already, so Clarke was sure she’d not feel any remorse.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 24, 2015 1:14:37 GMT
“Bellamy, no. No, don’t beat yourself up about it. You knew, but even then, this is stressful, for everyone around me. You have every right to act like that, Bellamy. I’m just going to assume, that you never really had to deal with this specific reaction.” Clarke hated the fact that he seemed to beat himself up about something that was not his fault in the slightest. Anyone else would have told her it was not hers either, because she could not help it or really fight it at this point, but he was even less at fault. He had done everything in his power to keep her safe one way or another. He tried to protect her, maybe not actively from this, but regardless, he had tried. It had already been too late, unfortunately. She had given her soul long before that, it was out of his control long before that.
“I think I’ll enjoy that for a bit.” Only she wouldn’t. She was happy he was happy, of course, in her current clear-ish state, she knew she should be happy for him, though it never quite reached her heart, never reached her broken soul. In her soul she felt pain, so much of it, even from this. She shouldn’t feel anything towards this girl, Clarke knew she was nice and as long as he was happy, she’d try hard to fake being happy for him, even though it would be hard. "What did she do to tame you? I mean you weren't inclined to get into a relationship until her obviously." While she was lost in thought, she didn’t notice or realize she had begun rubbing her injured arm, never noticed the slight stinging there, where she started to aggravate the stitches holding the freshly wounded skin together. She was too lost in thought for either of that to register with her conscious mind, her subconsciousness was a different story entirely.
“How have things been here while I was gone? I guess things have changed, but Mom wouldn’t tell me anything. I guess she and Jackson think I’m too fragile or something.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 23, 2015 0:35:46 GMT
Clarke watched fondly as he began looking for the perfect stick to work as crutches. With them they could get her home, hopefully. With a bit of work and creativity. Damn it all. Clarke smiled at her partner as he made her the sticks that would do. They were actually pretty great. With a bit of work and carving they could actually last for a while, even for the others. Simple injuries of the leg or foot were almost usual at the drop ship, for the simple reason that they were working and running- It worked for her. Clarke hobbled around on them. They really were sufficient enough. They could make it home.
“No. I doubt a stick would really do the trick. Really, Bellamy, the injury is simple.” Almost too simple. “It’s going to be better soon and a stick on my hip immobilizes me, which is not good. We might need to be fast.” With the Grounders around that might be vital. Clarke continued to hobble forward, this time as fast as she possibly could. It would take a lot of effort, but with them being out in the open like that, adrenaline might eventually help her a bit with it. “You coming or what? I don’t need a headstart. But I will take advantage of it.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 22, 2015 21:47:45 GMT
Any other day his release in her, so long after coming down from the Ark would maybe have sent panic though her. What if…? Bu she found herself no longer caring. A problem like that could be solved with the simple measure of spilling more blood. With how much blood she already spilled, how easy would it be to spill her own? As the blonde came down from the high, she felt nothing. She had hoped this, this moment of passion and ecstasy would help her feel alive again, feel human again. She reached up to kiss him again. At least that helped to feel something in the void she felt. But she couldn’t just make him fuck her all the time, even though it was tempting. Because with him she felt so much. She still felt him, inside her too, but it did not cover the hole inside her, not even remotely.
“We have to build a shelter.” Clarke finally whispered, knowing he would hear her. Her face was once again showing how empty she felt. Thinking technical was good. She knew how that worked. She had had no intention of building a shelter for herself. She would have slept on the floor, without cover or anything, had he not followed her and insisted on coming with her. So they needed shelter. So they needed cover. So they needed food. Thinking technical worked. They needed shelter if they were to stay here. They had the well and waterfall here, sufficient protection from the thick foliage around and potentially fertile ground. “That is if you want to stay here. We could continue on in the morning.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 22, 2015 21:17:32 GMT
It was what everyone else would describe as a peaceful day. In many ways it was. Clarke heard birds, wonderful happy birds, sing in the trees. A soft breeze moved the leaves, made them rustle, just like the squirrels darting in and out of the trees to gather and hide supplies. Clarke was working on something similar. When she left Camp Jaha, she always had the threat of winter in the back of her mind, knowing eventually she would either freeze to death or return or have to find another form of shelter. She was currently working with a few grounders, learning from their healer, but her living arrangements there were not permanent, could not ever be permanent. Settling down meant being part of something. Being part of something meant blood. It meant death. Especially when she was involved.
Clarkes small hands traveled carefully over the herbs, avoiding the poisonous ones – for now – and instead collecting those that could actually do something good. She considered hiding a few of the rarer plants where the Arkers would find it, but decided against it. She needed to ensure her own survival, after giving her all for the others, she needed the herbs. Besides the people in Camp Jaha had at least Monty and Jasper. They knew more about herbs, than she could possibly learn with the grounders.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 22, 2015 18:59:46 GMT
For once in her life, the advice of a hypocrite was good advice. Right in this moment love was weakness, feelings were weakness. Bellamy was her closest confidant, the one she would give her life for, the one who would do the same for her, her best friend in many ways and that was a form of love. Right now this love was weakness. It made her wish, pray for a different outcome. It made her deny the possibility that was so clearly there: That they could not fix it. Damage in the spine had been hard to fix even on the Ark, sometimes impossible. Here things looked even worse, but for now she clung to the false hope that her mother and Jackson might be able to fix this, that all she needed to do was to keep his spine from getting damaged further. But his words shook her out of this thought set. She couldn’t lie to him. He didn’t deserve that.
“I don’t know. I can’t even tell how bad it is until I get a closer look. Maybe, maybe not.” Maybe it was even worse than the worst case scenario that was currently running through her mind. Whatever it was, maybe they could really fix it. She just wanted to hold onto hope, for him and herself. “I will do whatever I can.” She just wanted to reassure him. “I’d be very surprised if Bellamy Blake lets something like that stop him.” But maybe he had no choice. She’d do whatever she needed to do to stop it.
“Forgive me.” Clarke whispered before punching him, hopefully knocking him out. It would make traveling with him easier for a while, especially out of the mountain.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 22, 2015 18:03:47 GMT
She saw it in his tiny movements long before he stepped up. Inwardly Clarke cursed Lexa. This was not good at all. Not only did she not want for this to come out this way, she did not want him forced to admit to it, but even she could see there was little choice. Either they insult the grounders, or she would have to make her way out, where no one was protecting the baby. Part of her wanted to stop him, but this, him stepping up, was the only way this could end good. Just as she was about to ask him not to, to stop him regardless, because even though she was weaker, she could hold them back long enough, she saw a flash in the woods, telling her that arrows were trained on them and another flesh told her at least one of them held a knife, which disappeared the moment Bellamy stepped forward to accept the ‘gifts’. Those weren’t gifts. This was no peaceful situation, no peace offering. This was an attack, a cleverly concealed attack.
Clarke looked directly at Lexa as Bellamys paternity was revealed. She caught the one whispered word, before she turned away, obviously pissed beyond everything else But they left. They could not be insulted no, the parent had accepted the gift, they never specified it had to be the mother, it was not Clarkes fault they assumed wrongly about the father. The blonde looked around at shocked expressions, smiled and some disapproving ones, surprisingly not from someone she or Bellamy cared about. It seemed as if they were all frozen in place until the Grounders were properly out of sight. Then finally someone spoke up. “Is this true?” They asked. Clarke didn’t bother answering. She didn’t know how to handle it, but she knew how to handle something else. “Monty, can you check the seeds, with Lincolns help maybe.” Then she approached Bellamy, both Octavia and her mother still by her side as if she needed steadying all the time. She didn’t reach out or anything, she just stared into his eyes, as if silently asking what he thinks of the blanket. She didn’t trust it one bit.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 20, 2015 18:35:44 GMT
Clarke was not surprised at all to see those many people at the gate, waiting to stand between her and the grounders, to protect the unborn rather than her, but she was grateful either way. She walked behind Bellamy like he requested, but was soon flanked by both Octavia and he mother, both holding onto her arms, as if the steady her. It was O who whispered an explanation to her. If they held onto her and it appeared as if she needed support in order to carry herself and her unborn, the Grounders could not call her out and could not take it as an offence if she didn’t approach them as they wanted. It was for her protection. Her childs family surrounded her, protecting the precious unborn as they walked as far to the gate as they dared to. Clarke watched the other girls reaction to seeing her rounder belly. She could see the anger in her eyes, which spoke for itself. This was a visit to see if the rumors of her pregnancy were true, it appeared, which they were. It was getting to her, it pissed her off, yet she had no grounds on which to take it as personal offence or offence to her people. She only nodded to one of her guards, who spoke for Lexa. Seemed like she didn’t even want to address Clarke in person
“We have heard of the news of your people welcoming the first new life here in your settlement.” The man announced. “We have come with gifts to mark this joyous occasion with you and to welcome the first of a new generation, which we hope will be wiser than the current one.” What a nice attack on them, but Clarke was not about to take offense in it. Instead she nodded. “Thank you. That is very generous." The guards unloaded baskets with what looked like grain. That would help their people a great deal, especially in the winter. Monty could make sure it was good and not gonna poison their people. But then they also unloaded a basket with what she could see was a blanket and baby clothing.
“A gift from our commander to the parent of the child. Only to the parent of the child.” Clarke felt herself shiver. She couldn’t even think as fast as Lincoln announced Clarke was in no condition to walk outside alone, that she should name someone to take the basket in her stead. “Only to the parent of the child.” The man confirmed again. They couldn’t risk insulting Lexa, even if they could never use those gifts, she had to take them. But neither her mother, nor Octavia seemed to want to let go of her.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 20, 2015 17:37:19 GMT
This moment was infinitely precious. There was no way of telling if they could have many more of them. Somehow she doubted they would have. She wanted to have them for all eternity, but who said that eternity was taking them in this direction? Eternity seemed to want them to suffer all the time. She wanted it to stop, but she knew it was very unlikely, unfortunately. Nothing prepared her for that, nothing ever could. Clarke just watched him, wanting to remember this forever and to remember it when they were apart. She smiled. “I slept wonderfully.” It was the simple truth. With him close the demons could not reach her. He was shielding her from it. “You?”
The girl got up to get water for the two of them. She had kept some close for him, they might as well drink something before getting their days started. Clarke really felt the need to finally get to her task even though their days just started. She knew she would stay away from people today, so for once the day didn’t feel too bad to her. Today she could get stuff done, hopefully without breaking down. First she would have to talk to Kane though. When she handed Bellamy the water, she grinned at him. “I’m going to go in a minute or two, to get things started. I need to meet with Kane before I’m getting on my task.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 19, 2015 23:57:43 GMT
“Goodnight king.” She used to hate the nickname, but given his for her, it was fitting right now. She smiled lightly, but found herself too tired to really keep her eyes open. She had been working all day long. She had cried for quite a time there, it was clear to her why she was really tired now. Clarke was glad she could now move against him as she easily slipped into sleep. This time it was an easy sleep, dreamless and long, due to the fact that at the end of their day this was actually a bit of an early night for the both of them. Once they were both better, she was sure they would both push longer during days they needed to work. But as it happened neither was on top of their game, so an early night was what was probably best for them. For her to lean against him and feel safe was the only reason that tonight now burnt corpses approached her, nothing approached her at all.
The first sunlight woke her – something she knew she would change today. She wanted to work, really, but today she wanted to do so apart from the judging glances of their friends. Just this one day. She’d do something good, set a sign, for Bellamy and the others and she knew it would ultimately help her and Bellamy a lot. During the night, for some reason one of her hands, while she held him, had moved inside his pants, palm pressed against an undoubtedly delicious muscular butt. The blonde carefully removed her hand, making a mental note not to mention that as she obviously had no recollection of it anyway. Clarke sat up, needing to get ready to get things done, to turn this into a home so they could both focus on the others and have a place to retreat to and feel comfortable in. Leaning down she kissed Bellamys lips softly. “Good morning.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 19, 2015 21:20:16 GMT
“I hope this world lets us.” She admitted. This world was so fast, so unpredictable. On the Ark, she could have almost guaranteed that he would be in the room with him, holding her hand as she gave birth to their child. Down here anything could happen. There could be an attack that might take him from her before the baby was even born. She might still lose the child if it decided to come early. She might die while giving birth. Everything was so unpredictable down here. They needed to savor the moments, every single moment. “This time it’s not your sibling, it’s your child, a person you created.” Not alone, but without him this baby would not grow inside her right now. Without him Hope or Jake would have never had the chance to exist.
“Raven and Wick are trying to fix he ultrasound. Well Mom has them try and fix it, actually. She needs it for multiple kinds of diagnosing, but if it gets fixed in time, we could find out what we’re having ahead of time. If we want.” She didn’t mind. She loved the child, she didn’t care about the gender at all, just that it would be healthy. In big she gave up a lot for the baby and happily did so, she just wanted it to be healthy. She wanted to see her child, at least once, hold it just once. Clarke was just about to reach for something, when the door burst open. Monty came running in, obviously in some form of distress.
“There are Grounders at the gate. They want to talk to Clarke. They’re coming from this Lexa person and they’re insisting it’s her.” No. What could the Grounders possibly want from her? What could Lexa want from her? Her hand went protectively to her stomach. Her instinct told her not to go, it was dangerous for her child, but what choice did she have? If she didn’t go they might be risking a new war. There would be guards to protect her as well. And hopefully Bellamy and by the looks of it Monty, because he kept standing there, as if he was waiting to go out with them. “Are you coming with me?” She asked her childs father. At the least she knew he would protect her and their child at all costs.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 19, 2015 20:12:46 GMT
Clarke had to stop him. He apologized and she knew she could not let this go any further. She moved to grab his hands and to hold it. He needed to stop blaming himself. He needed to stop blaming anyone but them. Because it was not his fault. He hadn’t asked to be tortured. He hadn’t asked for any of his friends to be tortured. He hadn’t ask to have Finn killed. He tried, so hard, to protect them all and they knew this. This was why they brought them, wasn’t it? To break the leader. He was the target, with all of it. It was not his fault, he was the victim in it, nothing else. They tortured him, physically and mentally. They could only move on from it, if they stuck together. Her, Jasper and Bellamy were the only ones who knew what went on in there. Clarke would move in front of Raven, because she knew she would flip out once she found out how Finn died. If she could.
“Stop. Please. You need to stop this nonsense. Stop apologizing. You did not want for any of us to be captured. You did not ask to be tortured. You did not ask for us to be tortured. You tried to protect us. You tried to protect them. They tortured you, Bellamy. Everything they did, everything they did to us, they did to hurt you, to hurt us. But our people need you. You saved them. You held on, you were strong enough to endure. You protected them. You protected us. Without you this entire camp could have been dead now. This was them. Blame them. Blame those who did this to us, not yourself. Because you tried to stop it. You didn’t want it. And Bellamy…” She tried to look into his eyes. “I know you would have given your life to protect us. Stop blaming yourself please.” She knew it would be a long time before he actually could. Clarke was just about to open her mouth again, when the door opened. All she saw was Grounder clothing. It sent a jolt of pure panic through her. She instantly forgot she was safe again. Clarke scooted back from the Grounder. “No. Please. No. Leave us alone. Please.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 19, 2015 20:02:25 GMT
“We don’t even know if Grounders get married.” Clarke pointed out. Up in the Ark and here on earth before the apocalypse a marriage was a contract that was meant to be beneficial to both spouses, whether it was for taxes back then or for favors up on the Ark, like housing and permits for children. The Grounder culture might have gotten rid of those kinds of unions and just become a bit freer. Clarke wanted to find out about it. For her and Bellamy marriage would be following customs and it would be mutually beneficial in terms of being taken serious and informed about the other, even when it came to it. It would be so interesting to find out about it, but given the way their relations were strained at the best of days, it would take a while for them to find out about this, unless Lincoln wanted to share about it.
“My Dad wasn’t like any other Dad. Privilege didn’t matter to him. He loved every person equally. He would have adored you, even on the Ark. As long as you loved me and cared for me, he would have been your fan. And if he found out about Octavia, he would have been your biggest fan.” He would have loved to help Bellamy and his mother with Octavia. Her dad was an idealist, which made it so much harder for her to lose him. “I don’t know. I think by now a lot of what I had from him is lost, killed by this world. He was an idealist. He believed in the good in people. I… know there are depths of bad in every person. I…I’m disillusioned. I wish I could have introduced you to him.” By now she wished she could have turned back time with a lot of things. “Maybe his spirit watches over us and I’m sure he approves.” She wished he could be there for her wedding, but he couldn't. They could however do something else. "We should do something for your mother and my dad." Clarke propped herself up on her elbow to look at her fiance. "We could release two sky lanterns."
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Sept 19, 2015 19:36:46 GMT
“The Ground. What it’s like there. How I’ll never see it.” But her child and their child might one day get to see earth. She just wished she could see it too. Earth seemed to be so beautiful. But for now all she had were her books and hear imagination. And of course the view. She loved the view. It inspired a few of her dreams. Now he had inspired some of her fantasies regarding her book. Damn it. That was something she would not tell him. And those were not exactly the books he seemed to like. He just fit, it was not her fault. And he had such a good taste in literature, it seemed.
“I know who Homer is.” She had been in school after all. “I took history in school, apart from the scientific classes. I preferred Plinius though. Did you get to read his letters?” She was still amazed what a gem of a guard he seemed to be. There were things that should be different on the Ark. Like people being forced into boxes and roles they were not meant to play. Clarke couldn’t shake the feeling of him having more talent than just that. And she wanted to find out. “Uhm… romane novel. It’s incredibly cheesy.”
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