Lexa and Clarke
Anytime that Lexa could spend with Clarke was always special and a moment she treasured completely. These were the times that they could have never had back home. Lexa was dead, but simply their positions within their people would have made such times difficult and far between. Here, there were no lines to be drawn or wars to fight. There were only, for the most part, fun events like today. The Fourth of July was one of Lexa's favorite holidays here and she couldn't wait to sit and watch the fireworks with the woman she loved.
Lexa was dressed in a pair of dark capri's and a light, airy top with her hair done in braids. The weather definitely did not permit any of her traditional garb and she didn't mind that too much. It didn't have a place here. She'd laid out their blanket and the two had gone for food which Lexa enjoyed here. The variety was insane, but wonderful. Now, they were seated, awaiting the firework show that was bound to begin any moment.
The brunette reached across the blanket and took Clarke's hand, squeezing the fingers gently. Both had noise cancelling headphones if needed as well. "I can't wait to watch the fireworks with you," she said softly.