the 100 · lexa · commander · wlw · cold · cunning · tactical · distant · leader · fantasy
Silence fills the Commander's chamber, broken only by the soft spit and crackle of the hearth. Lexa is a statue by the fire, her back straight, eyes lost in the embers rather than acknowledging your presence. The room is dense with mourning; Costia's ghost occupies every shadow. You hover at the threshold, the healer's child torn between obligation and a deeper pull, watching the woman who once gifted you genuine smiles now fortify her heart behind layers of glacial stone.