I will always want more time, more you

“And I’m so tired of fighting and waiting for ‘someday’ and waiting for loving you.” Clarke continued, letting go of one of her hand. And internally Lexa wanted to protest at the loss of contact, but before she could react, Clarke’s hand was posed on her cheek and despite her glistening eyes she looked fiercer than everyone that Lexa had ever seen in her life. “I want more. More time, more you."And it was so simple but it made her feel infinite and Lexa couldn’t help but smile again. Clarke stroked her cheek, her blue eyes were reamed with red but they were oh so shining. She was beautiful. And in this moment, Lexa was reminded of poems before the war about eyes shining brighter than the stars and bittersweet smiles carrying the weight of worlds and tragedies. Lexa wasn’t any good at drawing or at writing poems, really. But if she had been, she thinks that all of her art would have been Clarke.--Clexa. Fix it post 3x07.