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Post by Lincoln on Nov 4, 2018 4:56:52 GMT
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Guilt crept into his heart. Costia was worried, she was afraid, he could see the emotions on her face as though they had been painted in bold colors. He watched her sit, took the seat opposite her, and found that he couldn't continue to look at her. She said that he could trust her and he wanted desperately to believe that, Costia was very near and dear to him; they had known each other for years, practically grown together.
But to place complete trust in her, in anyone for that matter, while he carried this secret was extremely dangerous. Lincoln swallowed hard to steel his nerves. Costia was here now and there was no backing down down. “Costia, I've met someone.” It was an innocent enough confession but Lincoln continued to look away, unable to meet her gaze as he said these next words.
She would probably be happy for him, pleased that he had found someone that made him happy. And she did; Octavia was a breath of fresh air, she made him want to be a better man. But... at the same time being with her went against everything he had been taught. Choosing with her meant he was betraying Trikru. “Em's skai gada.”
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Post by Lincoln on Nov 4, 2018 4:21:55 GMT
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Post by Lincoln on Nov 4, 2018 4:20:23 GMT
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Post by Lincoln on Nov 4, 2018 4:19:06 GMT
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Post by Lincoln on Nov 4, 2018 4:17:32 GMT
Accepting!
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 29, 2018 13:10:33 GMT
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Lincoln was pacing when she arrived; his steps quick, nervous, maybe even a little angry. He didn't know how to tell her and he hated that he was hesitating. He trusted Costia, had known her for years, but he was afraid.
He knew what would happen if the clan found out--he would be branded a traitor, marked for death, a kill order on his head. But he already was a traitor, wasn't he? He was willing to sacrifice so much for Octavia and her people because he was tired of fighting... and because, well, he loved her.
When his friend spoke, announcing her presence, he had flinched slightly, as though startled. Upon turning to see her the tension drained from his shoulders in a single exhale of breath. "Costia." He said her name softly, full of conflicting emotions.
This was a mistake. He shouldn't have invited her here. But he couldn't keep lying to her... to them. Sooner or later someone would catch on and he already knew that Costia was having trouble believing the excuses he fed them.
He smiled briefly, but didn't move to embrace her. That just wasn't who he was. Instead he motioned for her to come further in and join him at the little table in the corner, where he had prepared something to drink while they talked. It felt strange.
He and Costia had never been formal--they were friends and there was no need for formalities any more. But right now, in that moment, he was being all too formal and it set his teeth on edge. "I wanted to talk to you about something, Costia... and I need for it to stay between us."
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 29, 2018 9:00:12 GMT
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Lincoln started to object when she pushed him away; he didn't want to leave her side yet, didn't want her to move yet when she was still so weak but he knew that nothing would stop her if it was what she wanted. Clarke was a woman all her own, not one to be coddled or controlled, so he moved back only slightly and watched as she pricked her fingers and showed him to trickle of black blood.
The baby was a natblida... it had made Clarke a natblida... he felt close to tears. His heart went soaring, filled to the brim with relief and happiness. His wife was alive... his family still together.
He leaned in to kiss her again, tasting her mouth just because he could, because he needed to. He needed to know this wasn't some cruel dream, that his mind wasn't betraying him. It wasn't. She was real. He remembered her taste, the feel of her lips under his, of her cheeks cupped in his hands.
It curled up inside him, filling his lungs and soul until she took over his life. Lincoln smiled at her, a strong hand coming to rest against her stomach. "We already owe so much to you, little one." He kissed her once last time and then was getting the machine she asked for.
He didn't yet understand why she wanted it or what it did but knew that somehow it would know if their children was healthy... it would know for certain if there child was alive. Lincoln went to her side, gently brushing the hair from her face as he looked into her eyes.
"You can do this one thing, and then you will rest. Do understand? You will rest because I cannot lose you again." She would need food, water, to regain her strength. And he would not let her overdo it. He had almost lost her once and he wasn't willing to go through that again.
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 28, 2018 16:40:13 GMT
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Lincoln knew better. He knew he shouldn't keep going back to her--to Octavia. She was the enemy, her people were the enemy, but he couldn't deny the feelings she invoked in him. And yet that didn't stop his conscious from weighing heavily on him each time he went to her. The truth was ever since he had met Octavia of the sky people, his head and heart stopped aligning.
His head was imploring him to use logic, to choose his clan over her, the people he had known and lived with since his birth. While his heart was overruling that logic with emotions like desire and curiosity, telling him to side with the love and happiness she gave him.
He was being torn in two, between duty and love. Lincoln knew that he couldn't keep living this way so he had turned to one of the few people he trusted--Costia. Lincoln had known her for some time now. He valued her friendship, her wisdom, her opinion. He had asked her to come to his cave outside of their village.
It was his sanctuary, his private place where he collected mementos of his travels, tokens of a world passed. There were only a handful of people that knew where it was or how to find it. But she knew how to because he trusted her. |
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 19, 2018 7:17:43 GMT
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The moment her lips touched his the world had come to a standstill. Colors seeped away, sounds faded, until all that remained was them. Just him and Clarke. He was frozen, his lips minimally moving against hers, the gears in his mind slowly turning over and tuning in to what was happening. She was kissing him.
Her small hand cradling his cheek and pulling him in. And then something in him clicked and her was kissing her back; hard, desperate, emboldened by her behavior. It was like a bolt of lightening going through him, shaking him to the very core.
It was wrong. Only hours ago he had left Octavia in tears. He shouldn't have been doing this, should have hated himself for kissing this woman so passionately but he couldn't find it in himself to stop. He and Clarke were kindred spirits, bound together by the guilt eating at him, by the burden of bringing about peace between their people.
They were more alike then any other person he had previously met; they wanted to live in peace, without the need to kill, or fight, lurking around every corner.
Lincoln couldn't deny his attraction to her. He couldn't deny the feelings she invoked with that first tentative kiss. His arms moved to encircle her waist, pulling her against his chest as he deepened the kiss, chasing the taste of her, letting himself become lost in her; in her taste, and smell, and feel.
The kiss was dangerous. Her lips were soft against her, her taste sweet and intoxicating. For one moment she lifted the weight from his shoulders, for one moment he lifted the weight from hers.
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 19, 2018 5:14:46 GMT
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Pain scored along the back of his skull, down his neck and across his shoulders, as he was hauled from the ground. Annoyance and irritation were painted on his features of the Trikru warrior as he was stared at those that had taken him captive.
This was one catastrophic misunderstanding. He had come to see Luna because he was her friend, not because he was to be her assassin. Why couldn't they get that through their thick skulls? Forced to his knees once more, his dark hues glared at each person there with him.
A fist striking the back of his head bought his attention back to the one interrogating him as a question was repeated; who sent you? Lincoln snarled his annoyance. "I am not an assassin." He said for what felt like the tenth time.
"If I was, she would be dead already." That earned another hard smack in the mouth, sending his to the ground once more. Lincoln coughed through the pain, trying not to let it cloud his senses as he spit out blood and turned to glare up at his assailant. "I am a friend of Luna. If you would just ask her, you'd know that."
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 19, 2018 4:41:28 GMT
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Lincoln moved like an animal in a cage, pacing back and forth, his shoulders tense, mouth in a hard line. The war with mount weather was over but for him the battle was far from finished. A kill order had been placed on his head, meaning that he could not step foot outside of Arkadia without his life being at risk.
It made things difficult not only for him but Octavia as well, who wanted so desperately to leave her people. She had even suggested going to Luna and that made his heart clench painfully.
He very much liked Luna; they had a history together but she would not take him now. It would bring too much attention to do so and she was in hiding herself. The option to go join her clan.. simply wasn't an option anymore.
There were no other options other then to stay and continue striving for peace between their people. It was part of why he was still in camp. He wanted peace and so did Arkadia's leaders. But he was still restless, pacing back and forth aimlessly across the camp grounds.
Lincoln was out of the loop and he didn't like it. He didn't know what was happening in the grounder world as they no longer trusted him, he couldn't warn Skaikru of what to expect until it was too late to prepare. He hated it. It made him angry, restless, and snappish.
That was until one day when another ground came to Arkadia unannounced and uninvited... Lincoln had been one of the first to notice the movement on the horizon, his brows furrowing in confusion as he watched the far off figure coming closer. Was that...
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 17, 2018 17:25:20 GMT
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The weight of her head on his shoulder was a comfort he didn't deserve but one that he gladly welcomed. Lincoln had felt alone for so long that a little human contact, even something as innocent as someone leaning into his side, was nice. And yet he was still stiff and rigid, not moving so as to not make her uncomfortable or disturb her rest. He would stay awake and keep watch while she slept. Heaven knows she needed some sleep after everything she had been through... what she was still going through.
Truth be told they both needed some sleep, some time to heal. They both had their own demons, this much was true but he had been contending with his for far longer then she had been with hers. Lincoln was accustomed to the weight of them on his heart and soul so he could bear them a little while longer if it meant he could help her, care for her. "France?" He repeated, brows knitting together. "Europe?" He wasn't familiar with those names but guessed it was what the land had been called before the first praimfaya.
It hadn't been called that in a long time. But he could confirm that there were still wild horses, so there was that. Maybe that was where they could do first. To see the wild horses. Lincoln thought that would make her smile and dammit she deserved to smile. He placed his hand atop her thigh, the gesture innocent and reassuring. "You should get some sleep, Clarke. I'll wake you when its time to move again, then you can tell me about this places."
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 17, 2018 16:22:09 GMT
- Linkon kom Trikru -
"Ask your questions and leave me be."
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 17, 2018 15:45:01 GMT
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For minutes, hours, days, he waited for her to die. Lincoln never left her side for more then a few minutes. He took care of her, like any good husband took care of his wife. He cleaned and dressed her wounds daily, noting how each one seemed to be healing.
He washed her hair, brushing it, running his fingers through it when it needed comfort. He felt entirely alone without her; lost, broken again. Lincoln hadn't continue the work they had been doing prior to the missile launch, hadn't tried to contact those in space. He didn't have the heart for it.
He was focused on her. One moment it seemed that she was healing, that she would survive, and then the next her body was seizing, her heart laboring and struggling to beat. One moment he thought she might survive and the next he was so certain she would die. It pained him more than words could express.
The back and forth, the constant what is and misleading hope. It was too much for him to bear some days. More than once Lincoln had found himself staring down at his beloved, entertaining thoughts of ending her suffering. He could end it quickly enough, he could give her the peace they had both fought so hard for.
And then he thought about the baby she was carrying... that she had been carrying. It was impossible for their unborn child to be able to survive. Lincoln wasn't as smart as Clarke but even he knew that. And knowing that tore him up as much as watching his wife suffering.
But no matter how many times her considered taking her life and ending her pain, he didn't. Because what if, against all odds, she was able to survive? And then one day as he paced, her fever broke and her eyes fluttered open to look around, to look for him. Her croaking voice calling his name startled him, had him rushing to her side.
"Clarke," her name escaped him in a relieved breath. He took her hand in his, the other cradling her cheek in his palm as he leaned down to her, resting his forehead to hers. Relief filled his broken heart, healing the cracks her suffering had caused him.
He felt that for the first time in days he could breath again. "If this is death, then we must be in heaven." He laughed, tears in his voice as he kissed her gently, letting the kiss convey his love to her.
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Post by Lincoln on Aug 15, 2018 9:00:45 GMT
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Seeing that rocket streaking across the sky made his blood turn to ice in his veins, made his heart drop down out of his stomach. Lincoln understood what it meant -- it meant that things were changing again. It meant that Clarke - his Clarke - was going to die... and their unborn child.
And there was nothing he could do to prevent it. Heartache smothered him, choked him from the inside out, as she dragged him with her while she ran. He didn't try to stop her. It was useless to try. As useless as her running was. He was the nightblood, not her. No matter how fast or how far she ran, she couldn't escape death.
Lincoln, unable to stomach the idea of her risking her life, hadn't let her take the serum. He had taken it for her, doing so when her guard was down and she couldn't stop him... and now it was going to save his life, not hers. He hated himself for being so selfish. If only he had trusted her, if he hadn't of conspired to take it she would have been saved... she wouldn't have to die this day.
Lincoln knew what he did then was wrong but he couldn't risk loosing her, not after everything they had been through together, not after finally confessing their feelings and becoming intimate, dedicated, in love. He had needed her safe and sound; alive. And because of it he was the one to condemn her to death.
Her last words cut into him as easily as a dagger would have. He couldn't go on without her, couldn't live without her. Not for a day let alone five years. She had become his home, his world, and everything he did now revolved around her.
Without her he was a shell of himself, lost and alone -- broken. "I love you, Clarke." He said to her when her eyes fluttered shut. He wanted those to be his last words to her, wanted her to die knowing that she was adored and loved and the most important person to him now. "Yu gonplei ste odon."
And then he waited... waited for her to die. For two days he tended to her. Cleaning her burns and dressing them, murmuring softly to her, telling her stories. He knew that she wouldn't wake up. Clarke had told him the chances of her surviving were next to nothing. So he just waited...
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