[Lexa knows why she came here. Having that rolling feeling that reassures her makes it easier for her to remember, but the rest is unfamiliar. Her surroundings are nothing like anything she's seen before in her life, the feeling in the back of her neck is like something she's felt before, and she works quickly to remove it before she sets out. Her fingers trace over her neck where the chip is located to ensure that it's still safe, and that it's still secure. (It is.) The chip is why she's here. Her protection over her own life is not as secure as it should be, but she has to protect the chip. The odds that those things may have done something to retrieve it were too high. She knew that. She knows that.
As someone so controlled, so trained in the ability of bringing a wall up around her emotions to keep them away, the wave of unfamiliar ones startles her as she reaches the floor with the others. Having grabbed both her sword and dagger on the way down, she looks almost like she's about to go on the attack as she backs into a wall. These emotions are both suffocating and unfamiliar. No matter how much happiness she just had with Clarke, she's too accustomed to barring herself from feeling certain things. And she can't control these, because they aren't hers.
Being drawn to people only makes her more wary. The emotion she gives off is contempt, with large waves of anxiety because of the lack of control. She may have been saved, but at what cost? Immediately, Lexa is reminded of what she knows of the inside of the Mountain (though she knows little outside of Clarke's descriptions). The sterile appearance makes her angry, and it shows through the narrowing of her eyebrows and tightening of her jaw.
Her back presses tighter against the wall, and she refuses the call to the trainers. For now.]
Someone explain.
later: the circle gardens
[Desperate to find something familiar to her, but very aware that it's unlikely, she sets out through the Station in search of anything like the world she came from. There are aspects of memories that remind her of this place, but they're faint dreams from the first Commander, and she's never fully understood them for what they are. No, what she thinks of is the inside of Camp Jaha (now Arkadia) and the inside of the Mountain. She thinks of what she knows of these places, and how disparate this Station is from the world she's known her entire life.
Simply put: Lexa is having a bit of a culture shock.
Dagger in a sheathe at her side, she ends up finding the gardens before long. They're still artificial compared to the woods where she came from, but there's some comfort in the greenery and life available there. Her entire body seems to relax for the first time since she arrived, mind focused on trying to drink up some hint of familiarity among what otherwise isn't familiar.
Still, she's alert, and the moment she hears someone beside her, her hand is on her dagger and her feet are spinning her around with the weapon extended.] Don't sneak up on me, [she chides, even if they didn't do that. Her eyes are bright yet angry, as she observes this person.]
closed: even later, with clarke
[The lack of privacy frustrates Lexa. She's used to having secrets, many of a political nature, and many because she sends out spies to do her work for her. No matter how many battles she prefers to fight alone, she knows that she can't do absolutely everything.
In the hallway, she had spotted Clarke, but noticing the lack of privacy, the overwhelming emotions, and the hint of distaste, she had mustered up the ability to send a hint of recognition in her direction and nothing more. Lexa counted on the mixed up feedback from the others to cover what she felt for Clarke (because unlike the contempt she felt for the others there with her, she felt great love for Clarke, and great hope in her being here and alive).
It wasn't the first time they had been forced to abandon their people together, but this time, it's different. At least, she hopes it's different. The lack of control she has over this situation disorients her. Lexa is accustomed to having her finger on the pulse of everything surrounding her, and if not, then she usually has a solution available—either she comes up with one, or Titus is quick to follow. Here, there is none of that. But at least there is Clarke.
It's only after seeking answers, after learning the full depth of what's happening here, that she seeks Clarke out again, fingers pulling her into the depths of Clarke's claimed room so that they can speak with as much imagined privacy as they can manage. Lexa looks more alert than she likes to be with Clarke, as there is no covering for this room. Her muscles are tense, like she's quick to attack. Clarke has seen this look on Lexa a number of times, but of late, it's rarely been in her presence.
She swallows, closing her eyes. The first words she speaks betray her tension, and it's almost like relief wafts off of her for the first time since their time together back in Polis:] I'm ... glad you're here, Clarke. Not as a target, but alive. Safe. [She does not place Clarke above her people, but at least she's here.
Lexa only wishes she weren't encumbered by this situation, and thrown in with all the unfamiliarity associated with it.]
lexa | the 100 | ota!
[Lexa knows why she came here. Having that rolling feeling that reassures her makes it easier for her to remember, but the rest is unfamiliar. Her surroundings are nothing like anything she's seen before in her life, the feeling in the back of her neck is like something she's felt before, and she works quickly to remove it before she sets out. Her fingers trace over her neck where the chip is located to ensure that it's still safe, and that it's still secure. (It is.) The chip is why she's here. Her protection over her own life is not as secure as it should be, but she has to protect the chip. The odds that those things may have done something to retrieve it were too high. She knew that. She knows that.
As someone so controlled, so trained in the ability of bringing a wall up around her emotions to keep them away, the wave of unfamiliar ones startles her as she reaches the floor with the others. Having grabbed both her sword and dagger on the way down, she looks almost like she's about to go on the attack as she backs into a wall. These emotions are both suffocating and unfamiliar. No matter how much happiness she just had with Clarke, she's too accustomed to barring herself from feeling certain things. And she can't control these, because they aren't hers.
Being drawn to people only makes her more wary. The emotion she gives off is contempt, with large waves of anxiety because of the lack of control. She may have been saved, but at what cost? Immediately, Lexa is reminded of what she knows of the inside of the Mountain (though she knows little outside of Clarke's descriptions). The sterile appearance makes her angry, and it shows through the narrowing of her eyebrows and tightening of her jaw.
Her back presses tighter against the wall, and she refuses the call to the trainers. For now.]
Someone explain.
later: the circle gardens
[Desperate to find something familiar to her, but very aware that it's unlikely, she sets out through the Station in search of anything like the world she came from. There are aspects of memories that remind her of this place, but they're faint dreams from the first Commander, and she's never fully understood them for what they are. No, what she thinks of is the inside of Camp Jaha (now Arkadia) and the inside of the Mountain. She thinks of what she knows of these places, and how disparate this Station is from the world she's known her entire life.
Simply put: Lexa is having a bit of a culture shock.
Dagger in a sheathe at her side, she ends up finding the gardens before long. They're still artificial compared to the woods where she came from, but there's some comfort in the greenery and life available there. Her entire body seems to relax for the first time since she arrived, mind focused on trying to drink up some hint of familiarity among what otherwise isn't familiar.
Still, she's alert, and the moment she hears someone beside her, her hand is on her dagger and her feet are spinning her around with the weapon extended.] Don't sneak up on me, [she chides, even if they didn't do that. Her eyes are bright yet angry, as she observes this person.]
closed: even later, with clarke
[The lack of privacy frustrates Lexa. She's used to having secrets, many of a political nature, and many because she sends out spies to do her work for her. No matter how many battles she prefers to fight alone, she knows that she can't do absolutely everything.
In the hallway, she had spotted Clarke, but noticing the lack of privacy, the overwhelming emotions, and the hint of distaste, she had mustered up the ability to send a hint of recognition in her direction and nothing more. Lexa counted on the mixed up feedback from the others to cover what she felt for Clarke (because unlike the contempt she felt for the others there with her, she felt great love for Clarke, and great hope in her being here and alive).
It wasn't the first time they had been forced to abandon their people together, but this time, it's different. At least, she hopes it's different. The lack of control she has over this situation disorients her. Lexa is accustomed to having her finger on the pulse of everything surrounding her, and if not, then she usually has a solution available—either she comes up with one, or Titus is quick to follow. Here, there is none of that. But at least there is Clarke.
It's only after seeking answers, after learning the full depth of what's happening here, that she seeks Clarke out again, fingers pulling her into the depths of Clarke's claimed room so that they can speak with as much imagined privacy as they can manage. Lexa looks more alert than she likes to be with Clarke, as there is no covering for this room. Her muscles are tense, like she's quick to attack. Clarke has seen this look on Lexa a number of times, but of late, it's rarely been in her presence.
She swallows, closing her eyes. The first words she speaks betray her tension, and it's almost like relief wafts off of her for the first time since their time together back in Polis:] I'm ... glad you're here, Clarke. Not as a target, but alive. Safe. [She does not place Clarke above her people, but at least she's here.
Lexa only wishes she weren't encumbered by this situation, and thrown in with all the unfamiliarity associated with it.]