farsighted

Raven thinks that she's patient - she has to be, considering her abnormally shitty taste in friends.However.That does not mean that she has the patience to deal with everything. And seeing one of her best friends, and the person she unfortunately shares an apartment with, hopelessly pine after a woman who is so goddamn obviously in love with her back, is testing her patience. Raven has spent the past month and a half hearing everything about Lexa Woods, almost to the point where she's pretty sure she knows the woman's social security number, mother's maiden name, and home address. Clarke never fucking shuts up about her, and it's starting to take a mental toll on her. Raven can list off Lexa's favourite colour, her first pet's name, her major, all of her classes, where she works and when she works, and all of her past jobs with complete and utter ease. It's gotten to the point where she's convinced Clarke has used every single positive adjective to describe something about Lexa, whether it be her eyes, one of Clarke's personal favourites she's learnt, her hair, her face, her smile, her laugh, her personality, or literally anything else that has anything to do with her. (or, wingman!raven)