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Clarke jumped up from the sofa, outstretching her hand, “Hi, I’m Clarke. Nice to meet you.” They shook hands, and Clarke felt as though Anya was sizing her up as she did. Her demeanour was similar to Lexa’s: stoic, and cold.
When Anya’s gaze fixed on Clarke’s face again, she asked, “So, have my family been treating you well?”
Clarke snorted at the question, “Lincoln has been perfect. Lexa, however, tried to kill me.” Anya’s head snapped to look directly at Lexa on the sofa, who had not once looked up from her magazine to acknowledge her sister’s presence.
“She tried jumping in front of me to get on the train. It was completely justified,” murmured Lexa as though she was bored with the conversation.
“So, you tried to kill her?” Anya exclaimed.
“No, I nudged her, and she nearly fell off the train,” Lexa explained like it was obvious then raised her eyes to settle on Anya’s face, “it was hardly attempted murder.” Anya rolled her eyes, then turned her attention back to the blonde.
“Don’t take it personally. She’s an asshole to everyone,” Anya quipped.Or...
An alternate universe where Clarke and Lexa go from enemies to friends to maybe something more during Clarke's visit to the UK.
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07 Jul 2020