Alycia Debnam-Carey - Fated Soulmates [Clarke ♥ Lexa] #172: After more than 131 years Clarke Griffin is still in love with Lexa kom Trikru. #SoulmatesThroughTimeAndSpace - Page 2

SongIceFire · 05-12-2021, 01:38 AM

For sure

**Movies** · 05-12-2021, 08:05 AM

I think so too

MysteryXX · 05-12-2021, 08:06 AM

With our pace anything is possible

**Movies** · 05-12-2021, 08:06 AM

But first we reach #100 at Lexa's thread

**Jen's Herald** · 05-12-2021, 08:30 PM

reposting this beautiful gif in every Clexa thread!

You're the one · 05-13-2021, 12:56 AM

Thanks for this beautiful new Clexa thread

MysteryXX · 05-13-2021, 03:19 AM

Hand holding

Heda_Khaleesi · 05-13-2021, 03:19 AM

i loved every single bit of their interactions.

MysteryXX · 05-13-2021, 03:20 AM

And yet it will never be enough

Heda_Khaleesi · 05-13-2021, 03:22 AM

yes i know

You're the one · 05-13-2021, 03:23 AM

Here is a very emotional Clexa drabble

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my ghosts (they won’t stop haunting me)
in which clarke can’t stop dreaming about lexa.

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She’s made of air, and light, and dust. A shadow. Broken pieces of a ghost, here to torment Clarke, remind her of everything she’s lost, and all the things she’ll never have.

The woman that she loves, the woman who both is and isn’t, looks so real. Majestic, with her gown that glows silver and white and spreads around her like the wings of an angel, billowing gently in the wind. Brown hair pinned into a bun, a few curls escaping to frame her face so gently.

Lexa is a vision.

Lexa is ethereal, and she is smiling, smiling at her, so genuinely Clarke almost believes. Believes that she’s tangible, that all Clarke needs to do is reach one trembling hand out to cup Lexa’s face within her hands, hold the woman she loves. It would be so easy, too. Closer, and closer, breath ghosting along her neck, face buried in her shoulder, until Lexa would hug her back, and the world would be alright, perfect, whole again.

The dream shatters, into a million pieces, fragmented and glassy. Clarke’s heart is in the same state when she awakens, exhaling with a gasp, skin damp in sweat.

The next day, she dreams of holding Lexa’s hand in bed, the aftermath of their most recent engagement leaving them both gasping for breath, hearts pumping in excitement. Leaving them both exhilarated and breathless and happy, so full of this miraculous and rare feeling their chests burst.

She dreams about Lexa’s tattoos - one for each child killed in a brutal, ruthless fight. A way to remember, to mourn, grieving over lost lives, over what once was. Clarke still remembers the way it felt, to run her fingers along Lexa’s back, tracing a path down the neat and orderly line of tattoos with the pad of her thumb. And even now, lying in a spare bed in Arkadia, she cannot help but whisper one word, over and over, and think of Lexa when doing so.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
The dreams don’t stop, filtering through her consciousness every day, between that blissful moment when her bones ache deep inside her and she longs to press her eyelids together and succumb to sleep. Always Lexa, in many forms, in different ways, and Clarke loves each and every single one.

Every time, she thinks it’s real. Builds up the courage within her to reach out, to touch, to take what she wants. What she needs.
Every time, Lexa disappears.

Love makes her foolish. Love allows her to succumb to these fantasies, these delusions. It torments her at night, keeps her tossing and turning, only to awaken with a broken heart.

Maybe she was selfish, and weak, for wanting all these things. Maybe Clarke doesn’t deserve happiness.

Maybe Lexa was right, and love was the epitome of weakness, and vulnerability.

You know that isn’t true, Clarke, Lexa says one night.

Lexa is a liar - this version, at least.

I tell nothing but truth, Clarke, Lexa says, voice so impossibly soft and her. In it, Clarke finds comfort. She finds the sweetness of candy, the softness of silk, both pleasant feelings, both a product of her mind. Her weak, feeble mind, trying to deceive her.

Lexa steps closer, surrounded by a dull grey fog. Clarke backs away. Guarding her heart. Protecting herself.

She bears it so they don’t have to. But this pain - it is one she absolutely cannot take. It is the definition of unbearable.

Love, and the pain that comes with it, Clarke, makes us strong. Love is what makes us human - what gives us compassion, and empathy.
Clarke shakes her head, denying this. Denying herself.

Love is not our ruin, Clarke. Love is salvation. And sometimes, that salvation comes at a price. Sometimes, it is hard, but we continue to love in spite of it.
Clarke’s lids part slowly, fluttering against the bright morning sun.

She awakes once again without Lexa. But her heart slowly begins to heal, to mend itself. To become once more whole.

“I loved her, Mom,” she says.

Abby nods, a comforting, motherly smile present on her face, eyes warm and bright. Fond, and comforting, in a way only a mother can be. “I know, sweetheart.”

Written by https://hedatomaz.tumblr.com/post/65...op-haunting-me

**Movies** · 05-13-2021, 03:27 AM

This was something

**cherrypie12345** · 05-13-2021, 06:11 AM

Heartbreaking

**Jen's Herald** · 05-13-2021, 11:15 PM

^

SongIceFire · 05-14-2021, 03:11 AM

I loved her Mom

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