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@aigonakru continued from ( x )

[ sms >> clarke ]: i'm fine, just you know, couldn't sleep.

[ sms >> clarke ]: you would be up at this hour.

[ sms >> clarke ]: what are you up to?

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damn lexie tryna fuc

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@bokketo continued from ( x )

The temptation to fall back into bed and resume their earlier ACTIVITIES is high. She'd much rather be between her lover's thighs than breathing the same air as the crooked ceo's she plans to visit later that evening. And lexa's human, surely, just this once she can put off her missions, her self proclaimed duties, and the world would still keep turning. But Aranya's right - she always has a job around the corner. There are always the corrupt, the ones hungry with power who would use their advantages to oppress and dominate those they deem inferior. While there are others who fight injustice, many of them are, in Lexa's eyes, INEFFECTIVE. And if they will not complete the task that needs to be done, who will?

So instead, she holds Aranya tight in her arms and kisses the other woman as if she is off to war - because in a way, she is. " Wherever you want to go. Whatever you would like to do. " The vigilante maintains eye contact to emphasize she is genuine and because she could spend hours lost in dark orbs of the other. " Tell me your favorite and I will see it done...and I will do my best to restrain myself. "

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what escapes lexa's lips is a cross between a soft laugh and a sigh. she's convinced mags could steal her apartment with that exact same look and a little conviction. she definitely doesn't mind the other keeping a stash of her comfy clothes - certainly doesn't mind the image of the latter in sweats just a little too long and loose for her. if it makes magnolia happy, all the more reason to enable it. lexa can never quite put her finger on it, but she feels this...NEED to take care of the other woman. not out of necessity ( mags is more than capable of looking out for herself ) but a DESIRE to be a source of peace for the former asset.

the statement bounces around in lexa's mind. Heart flutters at the INVITATION. even after all this time, she still struggles with the concept of being wanted. " i only brought one towel... " she signs pointedly. her initial demeanor gives off the impression that this is a predicament, but she's trying and failing to hold back a smile of her own.

magnolia frowns. ❛ you'll just have to find out, ❜ she signs, lifting her chin a little. ❛ it's more fun that way. ❜ she is more than aware she has commandeered some of lexa's clothes but she has no intention of admitting it. she likes having a little piece of her when the other woman is not near. though maybe she will swap them out when they no longer hold traces of her scent or her energy. ❛ thank you, ❜ she signs with a tiny smile. she waits patiently until her companion returns. her little smile reappears on her face. she tucks a towel under her arm before she signs again. ❛ you could join me you know. if you want. ❜

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A content sigh escapes the guitarist's lips. The frigid air is a welcome reprieve from the heat inside the venue. And the promise of unhealthy food is a godsend. " No, that sounds perfect. " She reassures Rogue. " We try to eat pretty basic on tour- if you can believe that, " She adds with a laugh. " That way we lessen the chance of someone getting sick and needing to cancel any shows. " It's definitely opposite to how most rockstars operate, but that's because their band takes their work very seriously. Partying has a time and place, but they're more interested in creating enjoyable content and developing their ARTISTRY. That being said, they still have fun and let loose - they just know their limits ( for the most part ) and don't often go overboard.

" So, tell me, " Lexa turns to look at her companion as they walk. " Any hidden gems in the area? Are there any places we have to see while we're in town? " Lexa likes to ask the locals for recommendations. Sure, the run of the mill tourist locations can be cool, but she wants to hear suggestions from the heart. " What do you like to do in your free time? "

The burger joint isn't flashy or even pristine looking, which is perfectly fine, because that's how you know the food is going to be out of this world - Lexa's rationale anyway. She's already imagining knocking back several burgers and the biggest basket of fries imaginable, before the pair even cross the threshold. Then, she thinks it might be better to reign it in, as she doesn't want to scare the other away. It isn't fancy dining, but table manners are good to consider when on a not-date-date. " Everything sounds amazing, " Green eyes roam the wall menu, debating between several options. Curse her indecisiveness. " What are you getting? "

Rogue smiles at the sudden mental image of Lexa in one of those vintage aerobics classes in full gear. (It's so fleeting, in any other context she might wonder if it was one of the psyches being briefly triggered, the memory of a memory that has no business existing within her wiring and now exists like a ghost.) "If it's exhaustin' bein' in the crowd, it's gotta be way worse up there," she commiserates, though she feels worn out in the best way, like going through a few rounds of the Danger Room and emerging victorious every time.

It's easy enough to finish what's left in the glass in one fell swoop; she isn't trying to prolong things here when Lexa wants to keep the night going somewhere else. It would be a good chance to ask Lexa about certain lyrics that pinged in her mind more than others, or just about her inspirations in general, but in their little bubble it's hard to think about talking about music when she just wants to learn more about her.

Shrugging into her jacket, though she's already got a few layers on to protect the other concert goers — and her own mind — from any possible mishaps, Rogue shoves her hands into the pockets once she's on her feet. "It's a burger place, but they got some other stuff, mostly finger foods. Greasy, unhealthy stuff," she adds jokingly, nodding her readiness. "If you want somethin' healthier I could think of somewhere else."

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lexa and princess leia really are kindred spirits because lex would have also adopted wicket on sight!

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On anon or not, tell me who you ship my character with.

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it should come as a surprise to absolutely nO ONE that lexa would have also been 👀 at the silver surfer

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That did sound interesting indeed. " If his numbers are as you say, then the Aes Sedai must be shaken. " Lexa recalled all the whispers and rumors of a being who was prophesied to save the world or DESTROY it. The company she often kept seemed not to buy into the mythos - perhaps it seemed preposterous since they had never witnessed anything of that scale in their lifetime. " I always wondered...how does one determine a false dragon? " The inquiry might as well be rhetorical, but perhaps Selene is privy to this process. There was a time Lexa questioned her own connection to the one power and what it could potentially mean. She had since set her sights on her own goals, as the fate of the world was a daunting responsibility.

The drink is cool and soothing against her lips. Not overly sweet, either, which she preferred. The warrior made a mental note to return to the street vendor and sample some more of their selections. Emerald eyes twinkle from over the rim of her cup at Selene's humor. " I don't suppose you could take a holiday? I've been considering a trip of my own as of late...there are some artifacts I wish to procure. "

"Well. Thank you, random enthusiastic vendor." She replied with a playful smile. A bit later, she sat down and said, "They are parading a false dragon through the streets in a few days. Didn't you hear? They are stopping here on their way to the white tower, and will be on their way to see the Queen." She sipped the mead before continuing, "People want to see a man who can channel, apparently he is supposed to be rather strong, they say he was on his way to tear and had a large following."

"The stick does work on extremely rude people, I like to use a cane for that though," Selene said with a wink. "But do tell me about your day, dear. I need to hear about something else besides this inn. I've been starting to feel a bit cooped up here lately, every day feels the same. So, could you tell me about everything you have been doing?

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The question seems to linger in the corridor. Echoing far longer than it has any right to. The subject, of great importance, but the reality far SCARIER than she would like to admit. Contrary to popular belief, Leksa doesn't have all the answers ( though one would assume otherwise due to the way she carried herself back on the ground ). The warrior allows herself to process and reflect before responding. " I want to believe it is attainable, " Speech is a touch slower than usual, the commander carefully formulating her words. So much has happened since the 100's dropship crash landed in trikru territory. It is burdensome to consider whether the coalition would have survived had the people of the sky not rained down on their lands. " However...it is difficult to entertain such a reality. "

When she was young and naive hopeful, Leksa imagined her people united. Despite the tribulations, despite the naysayers, she fought to bring this dream to fruition. A feat not accomplished by any of the commanders before her. The taste of this victory had been sweet, yet also bitter, because even with all the support and the best intentions, the dream would later prove to be unsustainable.

Her smile grows a touch larger and she allows a bit of laughter to rumble in her throat. " Well, John, you said it, not me. " It feels...freeing to be more leksa than heda these days. the stoicism hasn't vanished completely, but she is less serious than the time before praimfaya. It seemed the only way to carry on without losing oneself. " You are not the only one. " The warrior assures him. a part of her has grown to accept the uncertainty of their fate, but that does not mean she doesn't wrestle with her own demons when alone. there are eight of them on the ring, and she would be genuinely shocked if even a single of them were mentally sound. " I spent my whole life down there. " She nods at the scorched earth they are observing. " There's this...hollowness I feel at the thought of never setting foot on the dirt again. "

There was a mixture of familiar comfort and grief in the quiet hum of the corridors. What once was alive with the hustle and bustle of skaikru going about their daily rituals was now void of anything at all. The air is still, silent as he stands beside the commander with arms crossed and eyes locked on the dead planet beneath them. Everything was so grey now, so lifeless compared to what it once looked like before the 100 were sent to the ground. He could recall standing in front of these windows then and imagining what it would be like to smell the earth, to feel the sun on his skin and the breeze of fresh air. He's thinking of that now, but the longing is different now that he's actually experienced these things.

There's a half turn, eyeing her from over his shoulder when she speaks. "You think we'll ever have that again?" He begins, taking a step back and crouching down to plop his ass on the ground beside her, one leg bent, the other expanding towards the edge of the viewport. "You know ....a society? One that isn't hell bent on destroying itself and each other?" He might have been a little reckless and sneaky in his past but he was determined to stay alive. That didn't mean he didn't want to see peace between the clans, and their people as a whole. He just never had a real say in any of those matters. No one took the cockroach seriously.

A humorous chuckle escapes him, head tilting to the side and he nods. "Riiiight, you're just helping me because you're bored." He states, amused. "I feel like I'm the only one going bat shit crazy up here." He confesses, playing with a loose thread at the end of his sleeve. "I'm just glad someone's willing to take on the job of reigning me in, even if it is out of boredom." He continues, eyes falling to stare at the small thread in thought as he twists it between index and thumb. "I didn't realize just how much I was going to miss the ground."

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" then you understand we have much work to do. " a quick assessment of facial features tells the warrior her acquaintance is quite familiar with warfare. even if this is the first time many rebellion members have held a weapon, it is not the first instance they have been exposed to violence. that is the language of the empire -- their primary form of communication. whether it is the stroke of a pen or blaster-fire raining down on those the machine seeks to subjugate. the rebels who have come to yavin, and those who have joined the cause in other parts of the galaxy are EXCEPTIONAL. sometimes the simple call to action is indeed the hardest to accept.

lexa steels herself against her fellow soldier, jaw muscles tightening. she reminds herself that many of them harbor much disdain for the empire, and often times that contempt is...misplaced, for lack of a better term. there are a plethora of points which could be used in counter, but lexa holds her tongue. jyn does not need a lecture. she is among those who have witnessed the true horrors of the regime up close and personal. what she is feeling is real and no amount of motivational speeches or platitudes can change that. under the calm exterior, lexa can see a dull rage with the potential to become a burning WRATH.

good, she thinks to herself. where there is passion, results most likely follow. " save that fury for the enemy. are you ready for our next assignment? "

there's a sort of lyrical nature to the sentiment -- to sacrifice herself to save those who she'll never meet, to let children and their children grow up in a galaxy that knows only peace. but jyn is no martyr, nor has she ever had any grand delusions to become one ; in the eyes of some, her actions on scarif had turned her into a hero -- a title she resolutely denies at any chance she can get. while the alliance has given her an opportunity to funnel her anger through the empire, there's when she dies -- and she will, sometime during this war -- her only goal will be to take as many of those bucketheaded bastards with her when she goes.

" you don't have to tell me that, " jyn scoffs, turning away from the other woman. " i've been in this fight since i was a child. " and she'll stay in it until she's killed ( or, a small traitorous part of her pipes up, it ends ). but just because her resolve is set on this matter does not mean she isn't bitter, jealous of the life that had been stolen from her by the empire. though she has been shaped into a weapon, her only worth being her ability to fight, that doesn't mean she has to like it. her words, previously spat in the face of alliance generals -- ' it's only ever brought me pain ' -- have once again fallen on deaf ears. her mouth twists, expression souring, " don't you have anything better to do than bother me ? "

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the way i record-scratched from kpop to sabbath 😔

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" And don't worry about being new to it- we all were at one point. " Lexa knows lack of tabletop knowledge is a factor that influences peoples' willingness to learn. In some circles, gamers can be a little judgmental and EXCLUSIVE ( to be fair, they often get made fun of for their special interests, so it is a double-edged sword ). Lexa is lucky she has the sort of personality which allows her to dip into multiple social circles at school. That being said, it still feels like a great accomplishment getting one of Hawkins High's most popular members to hang out with her outside a classroom setting.

" That's a great idea, I usually take some notes during game sessions too. " She hopes that doesn't make the game sound more like a chore than fun, but there are a lot of narrative points to keep track of depending on who runs the campaign. The halls start to clear, a sign that the next period will be starting soon. Not wanting Chrissy to be late on account of her, she offers to walk with the other to her next subject. " Are you headed this way? My next class is all the way at the end. " Lexa gestures down the hall.

Chrissy doesn't really doubt it'll be fun — mainly because she knows she'll have a lot of fun with Lexa, whether or not the game itself turns out to be actual fun. "I know." It slips out, and she might be blushing a little but who can be sure? "I mean, it's gotta be fun if you guys can do it every week," she corrects quickly with a grin, head tilting so her hair swings a little.

But her interest was definitely far piqued by the player in front of her rather than the game itself. "Yeah, that sounds good. I like being prepared." It was true — whether it was cheerleading, school, or even just hanging out, she felt far better and more in control that way — but also she wanted the chance to talk to Lexa some more. About the game, of course. "I'll bring my notebook." Usually she didn't bother to take anything besides her cheerleading equipment along with her, but she could make an except for today and tuck her purse in the same corner the other girls put theirs.

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meet ahsoka & athena. neither possess the braincells of their respective namesakes.

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@bokketo cuz tumblr hates us [x]

" You're lucky your dog is so cute, because I would have blocked you ages ago. " Harsh, but that was the kind of back and forth she had with Clint. It took Lexa a moment to realize she had incorporated Lucky's name into the previous sentence. After a deep sigh, she sits back in her chair. " Jesus...I'm just as bad as you. "

Come to think of it, her own food had come out nearly fifteen minutes ago. Maybe the kitchen had gotten backed up in that time, or perhaps their server had forgotten to place the second half of their order. " I bet their line cook caught wind of your puns and this is your punishment now. "

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" i didn't realize i'd be sharing a drink with the mayor this evening. " in the back of her mind, lexa can hear something about catching more flies with honey or whatever it is her grandmother used to remind her and her sister. she's aware that if the wrong thing is said, CONSEQUENCES would ensue. hard to say what, exactly, just a feeling in the pit of her stomach. " and how does one procure a spot on this auspicious list of yours? " once her glass is refilled, lexa wastes no time indulging in the amber liquid, eyes never leaving her new acquaintance. the other appears practically perfect ( and not in a mary poppins sort of way ) even her speech and timbre of voice is captivating, INTENTIONAL. the most aesthetically pleasing individuals still have flaws visible to the human eye - which leads lexa to believe this is no mere human. a hunch, yes, but a strong one. she continues to study the blonde's movements and mannerisms, but the whole situation feels like assembling a puzzle with missing pieces. " and i thought i was forward. " the brunette maintains an amused expression despite the constant pounding of her heart and nearly every alarm bell going off in her head. " that's funny, " she counters after another long sip of her whisky. " i could ask the same of you. " green eyes peer at the stranger from over the rim of her glass. so much for just passing through.

the blonde arches a perfectly groomed brow , her lips curve into the slow , knowing smile she wore like armor , both in life and in death . she wasn't friendly , but she was inviting , sweet , seductive , deadly . she would leave everyone wanting more , guessing who and what she was . " i only keep tabs on the interesting ones , and guess who just made my very exclusive list ? " her reply smooth , voice dipped in velvet and something sharper , acting deliberate . reading the other woman like a page , feeling the spike in the brunette's heart rate , hearing the electric tension that was rattling through her body . it was times like these when regina adored her powers , adored what death brought her . a new way to read strangers . regina didn't miss a thing . she leans in , ever so slightly , enough for the words that leave her ruby lips to be intimate , teasing with compulsion , " and you , are practically buzzing . " a beat passes , " you're alert, but not scared . it's cute . . . and dangerous , " a sip of bourbon goes down her throat as she pulls back . she is slow , calculating her every move . " and that is what makes you interesting . but the real question here is , what exactly are you trying so hard to hide ? "