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Raven wiped the sweat from her brow as she screwed in one last part of the engine, rubbing the grease off hands onto her overalls. The car she was currently working on paled in comparison to her baby…her Dean. She could almost cry if she were prone to it. But no, instead she felt red hot anger at whatever punk kid stole it. It had been almost completely restored. All that was left was to test out the engine and touch up the paint job a little. It had been her secret little project for ages. In fact she couldn’t even really remember when she started working on it. It was almost like it had always been there….which was absurd of course. And besides Raven never really made a habit of thinking into the past, at least not lately.

Taking in a breath, she sighed imagining that moment of truth. Where she would have slowly put the key into the ignition, pausing for just a moment before she would have finally turned it and…..”YES! I AM THE BEST!” She would have yelled to no one in particular. It was the scene she’d basically dreamed of forever, where the car would roar to life and make the most beautiful goddamn noise she’d ever heard. And it was a secret project for a reason. Sinclair had taken care of her, given her a job, a place to live and so fixing him up a classic 67’ chevy impala was the least she could do. They had that in common. That almost obsessive love for classic cars. He would have loved it. Bur he was a sneaky bastard who could always tell when she was hiding something so Raven really needed to be extra careful. Which is why she’d called Bellamy in the first place. It had to be kept hush hush so the news wouldn’t get around and reach Sinclair.

Placing her headphones in her ears, she turned the volume up to full blast singing along as she went through the familiar motions of covering the car and parking it deeper into the garage to be stored. “Lay your weary head to rest.” She walked back out standing under the garage door and pictured Dean back in place in all his, uhh its glory. “Don’t you cry no more.” Failing to see or hear the less than ‘whole’ car slowly attempting to park in her garage with Raven standing in the way, and the agitated man driving said car.

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And there it was again, that familiar emptiness in Clarke’s eyes that Raven had noticed more and more. Especially after…Finn. But maybe that was just an illusion, the glassy look in fact masking a deeper pain that she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Because while her heart shattered the moment Finn died she was sure Clarke’s very soul broke apart at having to take it. The whole ‘love is weakness’ act could never have fooled her. Raven knew her too well. Like it or not, they’d been through a lot together, and lost a lot together too. Not one other person in camp understood how she felt the way Clarke did.

“Hey,” Raven approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I made that rocket blast off,” she’d fixed the thing that destroyed all those grounders outside the dropship. While she tried her best to justify it as being a necessary act in a war to protect their people, she still couldn’t help the visions of those people that sometimes haunted her at night, along with those she was supposed to protect from the culling. Killing, or being responsible for death was never an easy burden to carry, no matter whose death. “You never have to shoulder that guilt alone, okay?” When she spoke of being numb to it, Raven saw through that. “No, you’re not. You just did what was necessary, but I know it wasn't easy Clarke. I can see how hard it was for you to do this for him. What it did to you.” For him, not too him. Her words already reflecting her understanding of Clarke’s actions. Despite how difficult it still was to accept them. The change in Clarke was as apparent as daylight and probably reflected the change in herself. But that didn't mean she was numb to taking lives, she was just better at handling it now. Raven was certain if Clarke gave herself a minute to just grieve and be alone with her thoughts...that numbness wouldn't be there to distract her from the pain.

She smiled at her words, enjoying the change in atmosphere although the tension hadn’t completely left the room. “Damn right.” The mountain had to pay. It was all she had left. The anger and hate and pain was now all being directed at saving their friends. There was no other real outlet for them, she couldn’t even direct it at Lexa, not while the truce still held. “That mountain should fear you too, it probably already does.” With everything Clarke had done to escape and with the valuable intel she’d given them. They must be shitting their pants, Raven thought with a smirk. “With you leading us, our people will be safe and home in no time. It's all I have left to believe in.” Because if Raven was sure of only one thing in the world, it was that Clarke would do anything to save them.

HEY BELL! So whenever you're free I would absolutely love it if could you maybe make a sig for Raven? I was thinking the text could be "I can make it go boom" And the general theme of the sig could be Raven blowing stuff up, being around explosions and weapons and just general badassery You can absolutely take your time, and thanks so much in advance! YOU ARE AWESOME!!! and if you need any more specifics please do let me know! LOVE YOU!

Raven thanked every god imaginable when she noticed a small boy yell out at the man who could’ve almost gotten her arrested. It was like some sort of miracle. Quickly stuffing the food in her pockets she ran back out of the hall and into the corridor outside. The boy risked himself for her. Some stranger, who didn’t have to help her at all. She was so grateful, but confused. Why did he help her? They’d never met before. Perhaps he wanted something from her. As far as she knew, people only ever did nice things when they wanted something.

Taking some of the food out she eagerly swallowed it down, almost inhaling it in one go. She’d been starved for too long and it was almost painful when it hit her stomach. But it was a good pain, a pain she welcomed. Quietly and patiently she waited for the boy further down the corridor in an empty closet filled with old guard uniforms keeping the door open. To demand what he inevitably wanted in return for what he did. Well, Raven Reyes didn’t like to owe or grovel or even really ask anyone for anything. She was a stubborn girl and she needed him to know that. So when she saw him walk past the door, she quickly yanked him from his collar into the closet and shut the door. Folding her arms across her chest she stood in front of him. “What did you do that for?” she hurriedly whispered, referencing his successful attempt at helping her. “I didn’t need any help you know.” She was blatantly lying of course. If it weren’t for him she would have been arrested on sight. And she knew it. 

The grounder was not looking good and at this rate he would only get worse. God why did she always get herself into these situations. There was no way he’d make it back to camp, and if she left him then he’d either get infected and die, or just die from the massive loss of blood. Raven had killed enough grounders for a life time, she didn’t need more blood on her hands. “Here, you can lean on me,” she said sighing, lightly pulling him towards her. He wasn’t exactly in any state to resist or protest. “There’s a river over there I think, past those trees,” she said pointing ahead of them. Raven wasn’t completely sure, this wasn’t exactly her territory after all, but it was their best shot. “We have to clean your wounds if you want to survive.”

Then hopefully she’d be able to get him some real help. Slowly she tied the fabric around the worst wound on his shoulder where one of the wolves had tried to take a bite out of him...when she heard footsteps. It was accompanied by the faint sound of…chanting? If she didn’t know any better, she’d say it sounded like they were hunting. But there were no animals around as far as she could tell. So what, or perhaps who exactly was the prey? It was far enough away that Raven couldn’t see anyone but that wouldn’t be the case for long. “Come on, quickly we have to hide.” She whispered hurriedly, pulling the grounder with her into a small ditch behind the tree he was leaning on. It was covered above by a rock and moss, which she hoped would be enough to shield them from view. It had to work if she wanted to survive. If they were grounders approaching, then Raven was as good as dead. She needed to keep her new grounder buddy close just in case she needed to use his life as leverage for her own. If it was reapers...then she just prayed they stayed hidden long enough to have a real shot at escape.

They were destructive around each other, neither really helping the other grieve, only serving to add fuel to the anger that already burned within them. But she needed this, this outlet for her frustration at feeling inadequate. First Abby had her doing stupid odd jobs instead of actually helping and now Lexa was forcing all of them to stay here like sitting ducks and just bow down to her. She was so tired of people deciding what was best for her. Who gave them the right?

Digging her knuckles into her hip she felt like she could scream. One of the only people who had helped distract her from the pain was now gone. Raven owed her so much and now she’d never get a chance to repay her. Instead she’d just gotten her killed. Without Gena, she could’ve been drowning in moonshine months ago in some ditch with Jasper. “After everything she took from us, after…Finn.” She was just drunk enough to be able to speak his name. It stung more than she ever thought it could. Like adding salt to an open wound. Because who was she kidding, she’d never really healed, just buried herself in work and distractions. Just like she’d never really heal from this.

Like hell they’d lift a finger to help them. Grounders never kept their end of any bargain. And they only cared about themselves. Kane and Abby were kidding themselves if they thought otherwise. Because no matter what, it had been proved again and again that it’s us or them. They had no concept for peace. Wasn't that the definition of insanity, doing the same thing over and over while expecting different results? She wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up sending an army to attack them next. Of course Raven wanted justice but what power did she really have. What power did either of them have? None. "Don't tempt me Blake," Or else she do something stupid/worth it. “Gena would probably say something about violence not being the answer right about now. About how we shouldn’t blame ourselves.” But Raven couldn’t help but disagree. Fueled now by anger all she could think about was getting close enough to Lexa to blow her apart. Gena was always the voice of reason, a voice that they needed. A voice that they lost. “What am I…” Raven wiped her face against her sleeve. “What are we…supposed to do now without her?”