Who: Bellamy and Lexa Where: The 100 house kitchen When: Saturday afternoon What: A long, overdue conversation Rating: TBD Status: Closed; Incomplete
Despite having been in Madison Valley for quite some time now, Lexa had yet to have any sort of meaningful conversation with a certain member of the 100. Truthfully, this did not surprise Lexa too much given the history Bellamy had with her people and the limited history he had with Lexa personally. There were certainly issues there, but Lexa did want to at least make an attempt to right any of those wrongs. Obviously, there were many things that happened in which Lexa could not undo no matter what she did or said, but she wanted to make an effort. She’d made efforts with all the others that were a part of the 100 house to an extent, but Murphy and Bellamy remained outside her radar for the most part. Lexa being who she was and knowing just how much both men, particularly Bellamy, meant to Clarke prompted the Commander to, at the very least, make an effort at a conversation even if it didn’t come to anything at all in the end.
She’d actually been pondering how to make that conversation happen when she found herself in the 100 house kitchen with the exact person she’d been thinking about. As always, Lexa felt a sense of “weirdness” between them brought on by no doubt their past. Perhaps in addressing it finally, she might be able to eliminate some of those feelings if not at first than eventually. She knew well that she had done wrong by a lot of the Sky people when she’d first encountered them and that included Bellamy Blake. Her initial actions were ranged in the area of unforgivable, especially concerning Finn and abandoning them at Mount Weather when she’d sworn to stand beside them against the Mountain Men. It was a regret of hers that haunted her even now, after death and so many months outside of the role of Commander. She knew a lot of it had to do with hurting Clarke, but it was was also just breaking of an oath and Lexa always sought to be nothing, but honorable if possible. A dishonorable act that had forced Clarke’s hand and in turn, forced the man before her to take the lives of thousands within that mountain.
She poured herself a glass of water from a device that she found most interesting-a pitcher type with something called a Brita filter-and took a sip before speaking. “Hello, Bellamy,” she greeted simply. Bloodshed on both sides and on both their hands, but Lexa hoped that they could attempt to form any sort of relationship that didn’t involve either one.