The feelings
Clarke had asked her to stay.
Clarke felt something.
Clarke had kissed her.
She couldn't go.
Yet Indra insisted she had to.
Lexa moved uncomfortably in her bed. It had already been dark for a few hours and she knew there was no way she was going to get any sleep. She silently got out of her bed and out into the street.
"It's for your own good" a deep voice said, barely louder than a whisper
Lexa jumped at the sound of Indra's voice "I can't go, you know that"
"Well, one would think you to be stronger, since you are..."
"I am." she glared at Indra, anger boiling inside her
"You haven't told her"
Lexa shrugged
"Good. She can't know" Indra said pointedly
Lexa opened her mouth but decided to shut up. It wasn't worth it. Indra was the most stubborn person she'd ever met. Well, the second, after Clarke. She smiled slightly at the thought. Her hand touched the bracelet on her left arm, a gift Clarke had given her many years ago. It was a simple piece of brown cloth with three coloured beads and a small white feather, yet it meant the world to Lexa. Clarke had made it for her on her birthday a few years ago and she hadn't taken it off since.
She went back into her room without saying goodbye to Indra, and sat on her bed crossing her legs indian style. After another few hours, Clarke woke up and before she could say a word, Lexa spoke
"I'm staying." Clarke's eyes lit up with hope "But we are friends."
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That year they'd been closer than ever, although they never talked about why Lexa hadn't left or their kiss. Still, the feeling was there. That little voice in the back of their heads kept telling them there was something wrong, something between them that wasn't working the way it was supposed to.
Sometimes that voice almost dissapeared. Other times it was deafening.
On their seventeenth birthdays, each of them got their first warrior tattoos. Lexa got a tribal armband on her right upper arm, whilst Clarke got an ancient symbol on her left shoulderblade. Both days they were close to each other. They spent those days with each other, sharing smiles, exchanging little comforting gestures, tension between them. But nothing happened.
Until one day Clarke decided she wasn't going to stand that situation any longer. She and Lexa were sitting on the brunette's bed, each one minding their own business, when Clarke stopped the sketch she was drawing
"What did you mean when you said you couldn't do it?"
That caught Lexa off guard, causing her to drop the arrow she was fixing
"Crap." She picked it up "What are you talking about?"
"When we kissed, Lexa"
Lexa looked away from Clarke "I told you. We are friends"
Clarke rolled her eyes and scoffed "Fine. When you want to talk, let me know" She stood up from the bed and walked away.
"Clarke, please"
...
"Clarke, wait"
Lexa wasn't ready to talk. They both knew it. Clarke turned around
"Do you even care about me?"
Lexa's eyes flew wide open at the question. Still, she somehow wasn't able to answer.