Clexthology

"Lexa…"

There's a haze in the air. All the colours around her are melding together into this weird… mush. She's staring at this mysterious blonde angel with eyes as clear as the sky. She lifts up her hand, aching to reach out and touch the mirage in front of her.

"Lexa, what has gotten into you?"

"You know my name," Lexa babbles as she blinks up at the woman with wide eyes, "a Goddess knows my name."

"Yes," the Goddess says, cocking her head in confusion. "We are bonded, Lexa. Seriously, what has gotten into you?"

Lexa looks to her hand, gasping as she watches her palm swirl until galaxies appear on the insides of her skin. She leans back, only to tumble off whatever she had been sitting on and collapse on the floor. Instead of groaning in pain, she bursts into a round of giggles, lolling about like a goufa. She can't stop laughing, even when tears well in her eyes and her stomach contorts.

"Oh my God," the Goddess says as she picks up a piece of the magical cake that tek girl had made, "did you eat this, Lexa?"

Lexa only pouts and looks up to Clarke with a trembling bottom lip. "Maybe… it was very sweet. Like honey, but not really."

The Goddess arches her brow and it takes everything for Lexa to not burst out crying at the sight. She has made her Goddess upset. She shouldn't have eaten the chocolate cake piece. She slumps against the ground again, babbling nonsensically at the ceiling. The Goddess rolls her eyes and scoffs, but there's a sliver of lightheartedness in her gaze as she kneels before her.

"Alright," her Goddess says gently, "let's get you up."

Honestly? Lexa will go anywhere at the sound of that voice.

-

Clarke has seen Lexa in a lot of ways.

Ferocious and made of steel when cutting down warriors in battle. Vulnerable and shy when making love in the early hours of the morning. Stern and commanding to a board of ambassadors. Nurturing and maternal to her nightblood children during lessons.

But this? Clarke has never seen this.

Lexa continues to flop about as Clarke hoists her up and brings her over to the bed. She's mumbling about something, but it's hard to tell considering she's blending the sentences in a jumbled version of both Trigedasleng and English. Clarke doesn't realize how heavy her bond is until she is forced to take Lexa's entire weight when the girl simply decides to become the human equivalent of jello. Clarke grunts and nearly collapses with her, but refuses to sink to the floor. Instead, she shoots Lexa a glare.

"Remind me to never let Raven roam the tower unsupervised," Clarke mutters to herself. "Of course she would pull this shit."

"No Clarke," Lexa drawls, reaching up to pat Clarke's head, but missing greatly and only hitting air. "No shitting."

Clarke only rolls her eyes, but then Lexa's attention is diverted to the floors. Her eyes well with tears, and Clarke holds back a giggle. The older girl starts to palm at the wood and gasps, drawing her hand back up to her face before looking at Clarke sadly.

"The floor is made of wood!" Lexa exclaims with a pout. "Wood comes from trees. I am from Trikru, where there are trees. If I come from Trikru where there are trees then I must also be wood, right Goddess?"

And then, a pause before Lexa's eyes grow wide with awe. "We are all wood."

"For the love of God, how many did you eat?" Clarke asks as Lexa continues to stare at the floor with wide, expectant eyes. Deciding the other woman is in no position to answer her question, she half-throws, half-tosses Lexa to the bed with a grunt. Lexa lolls about on the furs, grinning at the softness before curling into a tiny ball. Clarke wants to be mad, but she can't help but find this entire situation adorable. She reaches down to try and tug at the furs, but Lexa snatches them back up, staring at her with bloodshot eyes. She can see from the massive saucers of her pupils that Lexa is stoned off her face.

"Lexa, you have a meeting with your ambassadors in ten minutes."

"I don't want to go," Lexa pouts, shoving her head under the covers. "Tell them to come back tomorrow."

Clarke rolls her eyes. "Lexa, you are signing a treaty today with Broadleaf Clan. Come on, we need to sober you up."

She attempts to get back the sheets, but her damned bond is far too strong and somehow manages to tug Clarke onto the bed. She collapses next to Lexa with another grunt, and before she can get up, two long and slender arms wrap around her. Clarke tries to wiggle free, but can't help but smile as Lexa's face nuzzles into the back of her shoulder blades.

But then, Lexa purrs.

The sound is so bizarre, Clarke spins around so quickly that she accidentally elbows Lexa in the face. She goes to apologize as she turns around, but when she does, she sees Lexa staring at the blood on her fingers with awe. 

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Clarke asks, but Lexa is still staring at her blood. "Lex?"

"I have ink in my nose," Lexa says as she holds up her fingers and shoves them in Clarke's face. "Look, Goddess."

"Goddess?" Clarke asks as she shoves Lexa's bloody hand away. "What are you talking about?"

"You are the angel from the sky with eyes as blue as the sea," Lexa says in a nonchalant tone. "Therefore you are a Goddess."

Clarke can't help but blush as she listens to Lexa ramble about how beautiful she is and how she must be sent from the Heavens, but before she can continue, there's a knock on the door. Clarke's eyes widen with fear, but Lexa just lazily glances over.

"Goddess, I believe your chariot has arrived. See to it."

Clarke stares at Lexa for a minute before shaking her head and bounding towards the door. She opens it just a crack and gulps when she sees an ire-faced Titus standing before her, his arms crossed and a glare in his dark eyes. 

"Wanheda."

"Titus, hey!" Clarke replies back nervously. "Uh, what's up?"

"Where is Lexa," he asks, about to enter the room. "The ambassadors are waiting."

"She's um…," Clarke stumbles, "well, you see--"

"Why are you talking to the door," Lexa's loud and drawling voice sounds from beside her. "Does it lead to your palace?"

Clarke doesn't want to look back at Titus. She wants to disappear, actually. 

But the moment is short lived.

"Aleksandra kom Trikru," Titus says in a low scowl as he pushes past Clarke and stares at a dopily-grinning Lexa. His brows shoot to his cowl, an expression of complete disbelief and misunderstanding laden on his face. He looks between the two of them.

"Your head is all funny," Lexa says with a snort, flopping her hand out to point at his tattoos, "so swirly."

Ignoring her, Titus turns on his heel and stares down at Clarke. "What have you done to her, Wanheda?"

"It wasn't--"

"No!" Lexa suddenly says as she stumbles forward. "Bald man, you will not talk to the Goddess. She is a Goddess!"

"Bald man," Titus splutters, "Heda this is unbecoming of you--"

"What's unbecoming," Lexa slurs the word, "is that I don't have any strawberry tarts. I want strawberry tarts. Fetch them, bald man. I am hungry and my stomach desires food." Clarke is holding back the urge to laugh, and she's sure she must be bright red. Titus continues to splutter in disbelief as Lexa leaves them at the door to go flop face-first onto her bed, groaning like a banshee.

"Postpone the meeting for a few hours," Clarke offers in a sheepish tone, "it'll wear off. She accidentally ate a pot brownie."

"A what?" Titus asks, his jaw hanging open even more. "Is it poison? We do not put pots in… whatever a brownie is."

"Just… go delay the ambassadors. And call for the strawberry tarts, she's gonna need them." Titus growls something under his breath at Clarke's command before stalking off, muttering under his breath about useless Skaïkru and their damned inventions. Clarke huffs and closes the door, turning around to talk to Lexa, when she sees the other girl staring at her like she's her entire world. It's no different than how Lexa usually looks at her, but it's not reserved or hidden behind tight-lipped smiles and walls.

No, this is Lexa in her purest, unbridled, form.

"Goddess," Lexa beams as she makes room on the bed and pats the furs eagerly, "come, come!"

Clarke joins Lexa and tugs the slighter woman into her arms. Lexa nuzzles into her eagerly, her eyes closing and the gentle purring noise leaving her throat again. Clarke rolls her eyes at how needy and cuddly is, and makes a mental note to tease Lexa about it once she's sober. The thought makes her insides squirm and butterflies float around her stomach as Lexa tucks herself into her side, her knees drawn up to her chest as she starts to doze lightly. Clarke chuckles, stroking her hair as Lexa passes out.

Even though she knows that she has to reprimand Raven, she can't help but feel slightly thankful.