THE CHALLENGE: If Clarke and Lexa were strangers on a train, how would that go? It could be any kind of train, anywhere in the world, any AU your creativity conjures up.
HOW TO PLAY: Write it, draw it, make moodboards, anything.
Clarke:*casually,yet nervously walks passed the guards and goes up to Lexa holding a note in her hand* Lexa? Can I have your help translating something? It will only be just as second.
Lexa:*tilts her head to the side like a confused puppy* What is it Klark? Is everything okay?
Clarke: Oh no, everything is fine! It’s just….Octavia wrote this down in Trigedasleng and I was hoping maybe you can tell me what it says…?
Lexa: Of course Klark. May I see this note?
Clarke:*nervously hands the note to her and stands there silently*
Lexa:*takes the note and reads it before translating* Ai hod yu in Leksa Kom Trikru. It says “I love you Lexa of the tree people.”
She was talent spotted by a modelling agency scout while on a shopping trip with school friends in Geneva. Less than a month later she was living with three other girls—Anya, one of them—in a shitty little apartment in, idk, the 11th arrondissement of Paris.
Picture: seventeen year old pretentious bean Lexa sitting alone at a table on the sidewalk outside a cafe in Quartier Latin, with a little carafe of wine (because it’s legal to drink wine and beer at 16 in France), and a paperback copy of Sartre’s Huis-clos that she picked up from some quaint bookstore nearby. Thinking she’s sooo cultured and chic AF.
(I love her.)
Does she spend free time at Shakespeare and Co? Maybe she stayed there a month writing her shitty poetry, much to the dismay of the owners.
Met a lot of a pretty Parisian girls though – maybe someone equally pretentious and vain named Costia?
Lexa: *gets shot*
Clarke: ¡ay Dios mio! ¡Que dramatica! Tetas, go get me el Vicks™
Titus(Tetas): Toma Clarka, perdona sabe.
Clarke: Callate viejo calvo *smears vicks on Lexa’s wound* Ya Lexa, get up pendeja, dont you think just cause you didnt leave after we had sex that you can die now and run away from ur responsibility. Thats right puta im pregnant y es tuyo, maricona.
Apparently Clarke’s gun has all the names of people she’s lost and Lexa’s name is the biggest………this is fine
This is kind of grotesque, I think – The Commander of Death carries a rifle now with the names of people whose death she had a hand in – or, at least, blames herself for. She still carries this burden.
Anya tries to rebuild the bond with her sister, Raven confronts Clarke, Abby makes a decision, Aden and Jackson have a moment, and Lexa’s worst nightmare becomes a reality.
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CHAPTER UPDATE AT LAST!
This one is the one, y’all. The chapter I have been waiting to write since I first started taking up writing this fic. I really really hope it’s worth the wait and the last scene does the movie’s version justice cause I took a bit of a different spin.
Thanks to all of y’all amazing peeps who keep commenting even though the fic hadn’t updated in God knows how long. I hope that this long chapter suffices for the time being until I can manage another update. I’m super sorry this story takes so long to write. It’s just very emotionally taxing and it’s tough to get in the headspace of the characters for so long. But I hope it’s worth the wait!!
The Doctor Is Out 