Heda Leksa needs no one to fight for her. (commanderlexa) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2016-06-19 17:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane (therogueslayer), lexa (commanderlexa) |
Who: Lexa and Faith
What: Killing Freddy finally
When: Sunday Night
Where: Lexa's Dream
Warnings: Violence, death
Lexa felt numb since she'd been informed of Clarke's death. Informed wasn't the right word, given the way she'd found out. She'd had to read about the death of her girlfriend on the network. She knew Anna had meant well, though no matter how she learned of it, it wasn't going to be easy. She wanted to make this killer pay. He had killed several people now, in their dreams, and Lexa wanted to fall back on the way of her people. Jus drein jus daun. Anna told her it wasn't as simple as that, he would only visit the dreams of those he wished to visit. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't visited her, but Lexa wasn't really looking at it that way. She only wanted to make him pay for harming Clarke. For taking Clarke from her. She was not having the best luck when it came to love. First Costia and now Clarke. Maybe Titus had been right, maybe love truly was weakness. It did seem to be hers, anyway. After she'd lost Costia, Lexa had closed herself off, recognizing love for the weakness it was and embracing the things Titus had taught her; to be Heda was to be alone. Then, she'd met Clarke Griffin of the Sky People. She challenged her and stood up for her own people and she reminded Lexa of herself. They had both been born for this role and would do anything for their people. Little by little, the blonde had broken down her walls and taught her something Lexa had never thought about; life was about more than just surviving. By the time Lexa had truly embraced that and given in to her feelings, she met her own death soon after.
Arriving here had felt like a second chance. She had those important to her, that she'd lost far too soon here. Costia was here, Anya was here and of course, Clarke was here. They had been making the most of this new world and since the tornado, they'd both been trying to get out and spend time with their friends too. It had been far too easy to be completely consumed in one another and while they still had their moments, they were trying to make time for others as well. Clarke had told her about the dreams, worried that she was bothering Lexa and keeping her up. Lexa didn't mind, though, she was just concerned about her girlfriend. But Clarke was going to stay at her own place that night and the next thing Lexa knew, she was reading a message on the network that her girlfriend was dead. She'd come too far now to fall back on her 'love is weakness' way of thinking, even though she was trying. But it was pointless. All she knew was that she wanted to make this monster pay for what he'd done. She didn't care how much she'd tried to change her ways to 'blood must not have blood', right now she needed to make him pay for this. One way or another.
There had been a message on the network from someone talking about a way to kill the one called Freddy who was killing others in their dreams. Lexa just needed him to come to her dream, so that she could get her revenge for Clarke and to keep him from killing anyone else. It seemed random though, like there was no way she could make him visit her dreams. That wasn't going to keep her from trying though. She had been meditating, trying to project her need for him to visit her dreams into her dreams, but so far no luck. She was going to try again, so she'd finished her meditation and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
The surroundings were familiar to Lexa as she looked around. It was her tower, in Polis, the room she'd called her own for the years she was Heda. It was just as she'd left it, her candles burning, her books on the couch where she often fell asleep reading. The chair with Clarke's art supplies, even the picture Clarke had drawn of her asleep, just before Emerson had been delivered as a gift for Wanheda from King Roan. Hearing a sound from the hallway, Lexa pulled her two swords from their sheaths on her back and she moved quietly, dressed in her battle gear and her warpaint. She was ready for war, it was only fitting. She held both swords out in front of her as she stepped out of her room, walking toward the throne room. It was eerie, how empty it was, when it was normally a busy place. But now there was no one, not even Titus as she looked for the only one she was seeking. Lexa called out to him, taunting him, daring him to face her. But she was only greeted with silence, punctuated by a menacing laugh echoing from different rooms in the Tower. He would show eventually. He had to. Lexa needed to make him pay for Clarke, for all the others he'd harmed and all the others he would take if no one did anything.