Clarke Griffin & Octavia
Fresh from the whole hot sauce fiasco, Clarke was settled on the sand, not far from the bonfire. The sun was sitting low and already the evening colors of oranges, reds, and a deepening purple painted the sky. With the fire flickering and crackling in her ears, Clarke believed nothing could get better than this moment. It was so peaceful here on the beach, murmurs of conversation here and there, but otherwise quiet aside from nature's noises and sounds. It was difficult to think about the world she'd come from when so much beauty resided around her. Sometimes, it could even seem like more of a nightmare than reality. Especially on such perfect evenings like this.
The blond sipped her water and let out a sigh of contentment. The gods and goddesses made this place irresistible and impossible to ever want to leave. Clarke couldn't imagine ever wanting to leave this place, but she had once upon a time. Considering what she recently left behind, she could understand why she had to return home. Then again, a lot of her wished she never had. Part of her blamed herself for Lexa's death because she believed if she hadn't been there, Lexa might still be alive. She would still be Commander. More so, she would still be alive and Clarke wanted that more than anything else. It was too late though and the blond knew it, but that didn't make it an easy acceptance either.