WHO: Clarke Griffin & Open WHAT: Walking along the beach WHEN: Saturday Afternoon WARNINGS: Language, mentions of violence and death STATUS: Open; Incomplete
For Clarke, the sight of the beach was a temptation, an opportunity impossible to pass up and today was no exception. After nibbling on a few morsels, the blond headed out, taking the well worn path to the beach, and tugged off her boots and socks. Eagerly, Clarke dug her toes into the warm, golden sand and relished in the feel of the tiny grains and particles rough on her feet. Being born in space, she never experienced the warmth of the sun on her face, the sound of the waves crashing ashore, or smell the air laced with sea salt. These were only a fraction of the things she'd never seen or felt before coming to Earth. On the ground, she'd experienced many of them, but the paradise of this place? It was not to be found in a place thick with woods and forest. Clarke knew such beauty was unique to island life, heat and paradise was not something to be found on the east coast of the former United States. Here, it came in droves and waves that crashed against the sandy beach daily and filtered through the sea salt air. It was beautiful if not the essence of paradise and Clarke, despite everything she'd left behind, could not help, but enjoy it to the fullest. A new experience was difficult to refuse and Clarke's curiosity never failed.
A few steps and she inched toward the water, tiptoeing through the cool, cleansing waves and at the feel of them, Clarke smiled. It was a brief exclusion and it was not long before a frown formed upon her lips again. Would Lexa have enjoyed the waves? Would she have seen it as a symbol of beauty like Clarke did? Or would she have found it mildly amusing because she experienced it before? The blond couldn't be sure at this moment, but either way, she would find the moment memorable, if not cute and adorable. Unfortunately, for Clarke, no, for both of them, Lexa would never experience this moment. She would never dance with her among the waves or smell the salty sea air. The thought left her devastated and she closed her eyes and gave a weak attempt to swallow down the tears. The lump was large, well preserved, and for Clarke, she doubted it would disappear any time soon. She loved Lexa; love did not disappear overnight and after everything they had been through, such feelings were much harder to overlook. Anything built from hardship and sacrifice mixed with a little hate was not something anyone could forget. Despite what happened between them and the betrayal, Clarke could not help, but think about her. Lexa was rare; she understood what was on the line and the need to stop it. She understood was need, no the desire for peace between their people. She knew together everything could be better, but it didn't work that way. If peace ever did come and after losing Lexa, the blond did not believe it so easily won. Lexa was willing, but the next Commander? She could not be sure.
Clarke settled into the sand and dug her feet into the warm sand. The feeling did not stop and the pain did not fade. Warmth, heat, provided no comfort unless it came from the woman herself and Lexa was no where to be found on this island. Yes, Clarke foolishly had checked, venturing into the foliage a few times, but there was no sign of the Commander and Clarke's heart broke again. If she had this chance, why could not Lexa have the same chance too? It was unfair and the blond could not fathom anything that horrible, but yet, here it was. Clarke had freedom and a second chance, but Lexa, a mistaken kill had neither choice. The blond's fingers dug deep into the rough particles, eager from the feel of something that was real. Right now, all there was remained in the particles of sand and Clarke clung to whatever reality they offered her. Here, it was all she had.