Touch-starved Lexa who’ll never admit it but practically lived for the brief moments of comfort/pride/encouragement in which Anya would lay a firm hand on her shoulder and squeeze gently. Who wishes more than anything she could look to her right and see her mentor’s hand there once more.
Touch-starved Lexa who’s completely caught off guard by Costia’s predilection for physical affection. Who only just starts getting used to the warm sensation of arms wrapped around her shoulders when it’s taken from her forever. Who has never felt she needed someone’s embrace to keep her from falling apart more than when she loses the one person always willing to supply such a comfort.
Touch-starved Lexa who very visibly flinches the first time Clarke tries to hug her. Who’s never afraid in the face of danger and steadfast even when people reach for her with the intent to harm, but is completely terrified of becoming reliant on an embrace that may not always be there.
Touch-starved Lexa who doesn’t quite know how to vocalize her gratitude when Clarke doesn’t let that initial hesitation and stiffness discourage her from trying. Who gradually learns how to relax into Clarke’s arms and melt at her fingertips, without fear of that sensation disappearing.
Touch-starved Lexa becoming not-so-touch-starved.
The way fans have interpreted this character – all complex, beautiful, heartbreaking – speaks so much to how we have often felt about ourselves, I think. The lack of ‘touch,’ of ‘understanding,’ of compassion from others. The fear of the repercussions should we accept it.
Lexa is seen as a broken child with so much to offer, ultimately left behind, something we all fear. Ultimately diminished. Something we all fear. Beautiful, fragile in places, full of strength no one sees.
Shame the show never saw her that way. The disconnect between the show’s narrative and the audience’s version is so very disconcerting.
















