5 Works by Matrix97121
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"Tattoo your steps and missteps along my body's years,
Along highways of vertebrae and crossroads of nerves,
Along rivers and muscles' curves.
I want a proof that you were here,
That I was here."Series
- Part 1 of Spilled ink
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 229
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 2
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- 12
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“And I’m so tired of fighting and waiting for ‘someday’ and waiting for loving you.” Clarke continued, letting go of one of her hand. And internally Lexa wanted to protest at the loss of contact, but before she could react, Clarke’s hand was posed on her cheek and despite her glistening eyes she looked fiercer than everyone that Lexa had ever seen in her life. “I want more. More time, more you."
And it was so simple but it made her feel infinite and Lexa couldn’t help but smile again. Clarke stroked her cheek, her blue eyes were reamed with red but they were oh so shining. She was beautiful. And in this moment, Lexa was reminded of poems before the war about eyes shining brighter than the stars and bittersweet smiles carrying the weight of worlds and tragedies. Lexa wasn’t any good at drawing or at writing poems, really. But if she had been, she thinks that all of her art would have been Clarke.
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Clexa. Fix it post 3x07.Series
- Part 2 of We deserve a softer story, my love
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Sometimes, in between the chaos of our world, time stills. Our lives pauses and I really don’t know what to do with myself. It’s strange, the quiet… It makes me restless.
I’m not really used to be static anymore, I think. Being static reminds me of space, of the airlock door and my father floating, lost in between planets. Of a cell painted with untouchable dreams, of being trapped in a spaceship hurling to the ground. It makes me think of sterilized beds in Mount Weather, of restless pacing in a tent before war, of pressing a button and making a Mountain fall.
"Sometimes I wonder if my keryon isn’t too bruised for peace,” I can’t help myself saying.
“Never,” Lexa says without a pause, her eyes on mine, unfaltering, and fingers woven with mine.
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Clexa. Fix-it after 3x07 (Lexa is alive).Series
- Part 3 of We deserve a softer story, my love
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"She looks at you like you’re more. More than radiations and Mont Weather’s explosions, more than gunfire and crashing spaceships, more than a lost kid, more than some everlasting black and white mixing in grey forever. She looks at you like you’re colors. As if she wanted to say 'don’t leave me here alone'. And maybe this is how you heal."
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Clexa fix-it after 3x07. After all, they deserve a softer story.Series
- Part 1 of We deserve a softer story, my love
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"Tu la regardes, tu la regardes parce que parfois, parfois tu oublies de le faire. Parfois dans les flux insensés et rapides, trop rapides, que sont vos vies, tu oublies à quel point c’est un luxe de pouvoir le faire, à quel point c’est important. Parfois la vie est dure, impitoyable et meurtrière. Parfois tu oublies, tu oublies, tu oublies..."
OS Clarke/Lexa (clexa), fluff.