100yearsofclexa

[100yearsofclexa]

Happy friday! (It's Saturday already for me but whatever. Happy weekend i guess) i hope you're doing well! Wishing you the best! I loved the little sneak peak and don't worry we'll be waiting, take your time! 💖

Thank you, love!

Besides the struggle, I'm okay, healthy and near my family. Yes! I'm back in my hometown, which is amazing. For not so good reasons, although. My mom is at the hospital, she's under palliative care. She's stable, yes, but the disease is spreading and she can leave us like next week or in a few months, we don't know.

I've had to quit my job at Clexa's hotel to help my sister to handle things with my relatives and take care of my mom. So I just used my last savings to buy a last minute flight ticket and come back home last Sunday. Since then, I've been spending almost the whole day at the hospital, or solving bureaucratic things, calling lawyers (We're going to sue the healthcare plan) and etcetera.

Since there's no sign that this storm is going away any sooner, I'm hoping that it gets a little calmer as the weeks pass, so I can settle down properly and even try to look for another job or freelancer while I'm here.

Thanks for the kind comment about the sneak peek, buddy. I'm trying my best to give you babes an almost unhealthy amount of fluffiness so you can heal from the previous angst. 💕💟

Besitos, besitos. Take care and happy Saturday!

[100yearsofclexa]

I know, I know, I've left you all hanging and upset about the Part 2 of The Mermaid. And also vanished for a few days. Things got harsh, Clexakru, but I'm managing to write a few words every day.

Hold this sneak peek for me while I'm out for a minute. I hope to mend your hearts a little.

(see you soon! ♥)

[100yearsofclexa]

it's important to pause and remember sometimes that the story is more important than the word count

don't let an arbitrary number get in the way of telling your story the way you want it told

[100yearsofclexa]

(oh yes)

Lexa is Hades, Clarke is Persephone.

That's it, I said what I said.

You're right and you should say it.

Hades. Sweet, practical, a humongous nerd who gets butterflies when speaking to her wife. Will do just about whatever her wife says. Known by staff as Heda 'Yes, love' Lexa. Adores candles only slightly less than her little blonde headed ball of rage ✨💕 despite having been forced into a limit of under 200😔

Persephone. Will fight you. Is perpetually here to fuck your shit up. Wishes you'd say something stupid about her or her wife in her presence. Strangely attracted to triggers and levers but begrudgingly understands why her wife has outlawed those around the house. Part of her wedding vows included swearing not to kill every ambassador that ever threatens her wife, but her fingers were crossed so it's fine.

[100yearsofclexa]

OH MY SWEET COMMANDER LEXA, my friend found a second-hand edition in another bookstore!!!!! It's way cheaper than the previous one!!!! It's old, with yellowed pages due to action of time, and there's a stamp indicating that it once belonged to a school from Bogotá!!! As an historian and a huge fan of second-hand books, it's even more special 🩷🩷

A friend of mine is at Bogotá rn, I asked her to buy me a copy of Cien Años de Soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude) there, since this book means a lot to me and having a hardcover copy that came straight from Colombia would mean the world.

My mom loved this book so much and I carry her copy (with her signature on the cover) with me wherever I go - it's the most important book of my tiny personal library - but I still want one of my own. But, man, books are too expensive these days and I am so poor right now. 😮‍💨

[100yearsofclexa]

As the main worker of Clexa's hotel front desk, I advise you: using emojis such as "😡" won't change magically the fact that we are fully booked for the weekend and no, I can't provide you an extra mattress to squeeze a third person in a room that fits only two.

[100yearsofclexa]

A friend of mine is at Bogotá rn, I asked her to buy me a copy of Cien Años de Soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude) there, since this book means a lot to me and having a hardcover copy that came straight from Colombia would mean the world.

My mom loved this book so much and I carry her copy (with her signature on the cover) with me wherever I go - it's the most important book of my tiny personal library - but I still want one of my own. But, man, books are too expensive these days and I am so poor right now. 😮‍💨

[100yearsofclexa]

THE MERMAID, part 2

{read the part one here!}

{hello, Clexakru... Hehehe... 👀🥴... I think I've got a little carried away... There will be a part 3 soon, I'll start writing today during my work shift... }

{also: Costia will make a small - however rather important - apparition. Don't worry, there's no such possibility of Costia and Lexa happening in this story. This aside, remember: English is not a first language, I'm posting it after a small re-reading so there might be typos, misspellings etc. Sorry in advance. Enjoy!}

As the days passed, Lexa had no sight of the mermaid. It's been two weeks since the incident, and every dawn Lexa would go to the shore, carrying her fishing nets towards the moored boat, looking for the blonde locks and easy smile waiting for her by the reefs. But she saw nothing instead, besides a few other fishers passing by and the ocean itself peacefully caressing the sand with its waves.

Lexa held in her heart a brewing feeling of sadness for a quite long time - but no one at the village would suspect it. The fisher had her way of keeping her feelings to herself, focusing only on her daily tasks. Get fishes, take them to the village, clean it, slice it in portions, sell it to the merchants that worked at the fair, buy her own stuff, go back home, do domestic chores, sleep by the sunset and wake up hours before the sunrise. There was no time for absurdities such as waiting for a sea creature’s visit.

So, she kept her routine and tried her best to ignore the swell of her heart every time she didn't find the mermaid under the moonlight.

Lexa had no clue about her knife, either. She bought another one by the market - just as sharp, but far from well crafted as the previous one. That knife was special, her older sister gave it to her as a gift before travelling to distant lands. It was the last piece of any memory of a family Lexa had.

So, all alone again, she dived into her duties of providing food for her thorp.

A few more weeks passed, the full moon coming and going a fair amount of nights, Lexa was compromised to get the largest batch of seafood she could - she even rented a larger boat and reinforced her fishing nets to prevent damage caused by bigger fishes.

“There will be a marriage tomorrow after the fair, people are coming from the other villages to the party.” - Said Costia, merchant and a regular customer of Lexa’s services. She ordered the biggest part of the batch, and also invited Lexa herself to the party. There was a warm smile on her face whenever they met at the fair.

Lexa agreed with a calm nod.

And just like that, she woke up a few hours before her regular time, and took the rented boat to the deeper part of the navigable area she knew so well. Patient, calm, focused. As she never heard any kind of thing about any mermaid or creature.

One at a time, with well trained patience and vigorous pulls of the fishing nets, Lexa managed to fill the big baskets she brought to the boat with corpulent fishes and swollen mussels. There was more room, still, for a few more fishes if she wanted to get some extra coins for the work - and plenty of time till the sunrise as well. She could use some rest. So, she cautiously folded the net and hung it by the bow. Then, Lexa displayed by the deck a thick blanket made of fur and lay down, resting her head on her folded arms, watching the moon high in the sky, as the boat swayed loosely as a child’s lullaby.

Lexa relaxes, sighing quietly to whoever creature there to listen. Her mind drifted through distinct images.

Spending her days all alone was too familiar to Lexa. She spent most of the short life completely alone, learning how to survive among the other fishers and older villagers. It was a good life, indeed. Simple, but honest and peaceful.

Lexa wonders if life apart from the shore would be more chaotic - she heard once or twice that war times were approaching the mountains, some sort of coalitions and unknown clans were fighting for power, politics and supplies for their people.

But here, by the ocean, by the village, everything seemed normal since… ever.

She wonders if she would stand a life on the mountains. Inside the forests she never been into, far away from the fishes and the market and the sea creatures that she grew used to and fond of.

Far away from the mysterious mermaid.

That mysterious creature - no, that woman, that managed to occupy a bigger piece of Lexa's heart than herself was willing to give. Beyond that: without saying a single word, without even telling Lexa her name - if she has one.

A few hours later, with the moon, the sound of crashing waves and wind blows being her only companions, she heard a strange noise coming from the dark blue waters. Some kind of… blob noise? Watery sound? She raised her head, supporting her own weight by her elbows so she could have a better view of the surroundings, glancing around but… nothing.

Lexa huffs, laying back again, shutting her eyes, more annoyed with herself than any other thing. She felt silly hoping that any strange sound would be a sign of the mermaid trying to communicate with her after all these days, but as she herself can see she was being sloppy with her feelings towards a sea creature and she herself could not be so weak at this point of her life, Anya taught her pretty well to not to-

She hears a sharper noise - a click - vibrating in a small part of the boat hulls. Something like a pebble hitting it with some force.

Then again. Click.

Lexa sits now fully, her spine stiff as a board. She looks around her repeatedly, ignoring the previous frustration as the uncontrollable hope rises from her heart as a wild flame, beating fastly.

She hears droplets of water hitting the hull and the starboard, some of them hitting her right arm.

She can't control the wide smile on her lips now.

Slowly, so slowly, she approaches the starboard, hands gripping by the border of the hull. She looks down with hopeful eyes, shining with hope as the moon bathes the nocturnal sea.

There she is.

Gorgeous, mesmerizing as a deity among the mortals, features glistening with water and golden locks cascading, drenched, by her features.

Such a sight for sore eyes.

The air seems to be knocked out from Lexa's lungs, she caught herself paralyzed by the sight of the creature - the longing and internalized sadness suddenly placed for an almost unbearable fondness.

Is she inventing this?

Is she bewitched by the mermaid’s beauty?

Is she enamored by her?

She can't tell.

Lexa is suddenly mute just as her friend.

And the mermaid seems to correspond the bewilderment with her eyes. She smiles just as big as Lexa. It's almost silly, how two creatures can lose themselves so easily by only looking at one another.

The mermaid seemed bolder this time, as she sways closer to the boat and her hands can almost touch the hull. Lexa props her elbows by the boat's border, supporting her chin on her folded hands as to be even closer to the mermaid. Lexa is panting slightly, as she deep down tries to calm her wild heart.

The time stands still just for them, the moonlight being its only witness.

After what felt like an eternity of seconds of pure staring, the mermaid submerges in the water just a few inches - enough to cover her lips and her nose, leaving out in the surface only her beautiful, penetrating blue eyes. She has a different expression on her features, that Lexa can’t quite distinguish which is. Is not curiosity, it is… Shyness?

Lexa sees a tip of a dark blade emerging from the water - she recognizes it on the spot. Her knife. It stood with the mermaid all this time.

Lexa blinks, maybe too tense to let out any other reaction. Very slowly, she sees the knife surging by the blonde’s hand in a graceful movement - she holds the tool by its handle and seems to offer it towards Lexa with the smallest of the movements.

The fishes, the moon, her own work, all of the things that compound her surroundings are ignored by Lexa’s mind right now, as she watches the mermaid reach her so breathtakingly. When Lexa reaches out towards the creature’s hand holding the knife, she’s almost too afraid to touch it, as if she would vanish into thin air, or dive back into the dark waters to never be seen again.

When their hands touch, and the knife is passed from one hand to another, there’s a thermal shock that startles both of them. Lexa trembles a little by the coldness of the mermaid’s fingers, the water droplets flowing freely as Lexa firms her grip on the knife’s handle; meanwhile, the mermaid raises her brows and leaves a small gasp, in a quiet surprise by the heat emanating from Lexa’s skin. To a creature that spends the most part of its time submerged into freezing waters, Lexa is warm as embers.

The brunette then, in an automatic movement, hiddens the knife inside the sheath she keeps tied to her trousers, without even glancing. She goes back to brace the border, mouthing a subtle “thank you” and nods towards the creature.

Lexa must admit that this interaction is rather strange - so much staring and so less of speaking -, but she can help herself besides follow through the dynamic that the mermaid is setting. Oh, by the gods, she would spend a whole night just silently watching that creature if it would be the only way of them being together.

Together.

This word sways around Lexa’s thoughts for quite a while.

Why is she feeling this, after all?

What is this feeling, being fond of a fantastic creature which she only heard in fisherman stories by the bonfire, until that first night of summer at the shore?

Is it what love is like?

Like this confusing feeling of inventing something raw and uncontrollably warm inside her heart?

Lexa comes back from her reverie when she feels a feather touch reaching her hands folded under her chin, as a pair of expressful eyes and a lopsided smile makes a wordless question. Just the tips of milky-skin fingers, caressing the side of her hand that remains at the border. The fisher can’t help herself, she automatically raises her face from her own support and opens her palm slightly, letting it dangle by the boat’s border.

The lacing of their fingers feels like a tidal wave lapping against the warm sand, spreading shivers and cool breeze where once was heated by the rising sun.

Lexa breathes slowly and steadily.

They stood there, simply holding hands as the boat sways under the stars and above the others unknown sea creatures.

Lexa knows that by the time the first sun rays come, her back might kill her for the odd position she would stand for several minutes, while keeping her arm dangling outside the boat as the creature holds and caresses her hand as it would the most delicate thing living on this whole earth.

But it 's worth it.

It is worth more than a thousand batches full of fishes.

More than a plentiful fishing of ten whole summers.

The subtle brush of wet lips on her knuckles feels like the embrace of a lover that just came back from a long trip.

“I missed you too.” - Lexa mouths, her eyes closed as she flirts with the slumber caused by the lazy sway of the boat.

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When the sun rises, Lexa tries to tell the mermaid that she needs to leave - the movement of taking her hand away from the mermaid’s grip making the sea creature frown and pout almost childishly. The brunette giggles, but still, she tries to make amends with the blonde figure.

“Here.” - She fetches something in her leather pouch before any attempt to unanchor the boat, and hands to the creature a small, gear shaped medallion, with a little more confidence after that successful interaction. “You can give me back next time.”

The mermaid eyes the small object with bewilderment, as if it glowed just as the moon, inspects it with the tip of her fingers, oh so careful to not drop it, it was adorable to see such care.

Once Lexa goes back to the shore, she looks back and the mermaid is still smiling and shining just as the light that announces the beginning of a new day.

Everything feels warmer now.

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Lexa ends up accepting Costia’s invitation to the party. There’s a rustic banquet sponsored by the father of the bride, and most of Lexa's batch were brought to it. She never saw that amount of people partying and singing and drinking and laughing together. It was overwhelming for a woman used to the quiet life beside the ocean. However… The wine brought straight from the mountains was delicious, yes.

By the sunset, Lexa was already too tired of the overstimulation by the people and the loud music - and one must remember that her back was already sore since dawn.

Costia asks to follow Lexa towards her hut - which is the last cottage before the small harbor. They walk quietly by the beach, the soft buzz caused by the summer wine makes the silence a soothing reassurance.

Lexa enjoys the quiet company of Costia, she's a very kind woman, and one of the few people at the village that Lexa allows herself to share minimal details with. But, instead of trying to keep a light conversation, she's lost on her own train of thought - which has a distinct blonde hovering around the corners of her mind more frequently than she wants to admit. Then, the other woman breaks the silence.

“Have you ever seen a mermaid?” - As if Costia could read Lexa's mind, the brunette turns her attention towards the other woman with severe eyes.

It's impossible for her to know about Lexa's encounters, it must be something different. She never saw Costia passing by the port area during her working hours. No, no, no. It can be.

“A couple of times, yes.” - she half-lies, as she tries to swallow a small lump suddenly stuck in her throat. “At a safe distance.”

“I see.” - Costia answers, sighing right after. She seems disappointed with this piece of information. “- Most of the women I know that ever saw a mermaid usually witness it from a safe distance, as well… they almost never have been side by side with one.”

“And why's that? She killed them before they even heard her sing?” - the curiosity is almost unbearable inside the fisher’s chest, her heart increasing it's beating as she aches for the answer, although she tries to sound nonchalantly, not meeting Costia's eyes as they walk.

The tall woman (she's a good couple of inches taller than Lexa) with almond eyes and curly hair chuckles. “No, not at all. Have you ever noticed how in fisherman's stories a mermaid never tries to seduce and kill a woman?” - She pauses, Lexa mulls over the, indeed, good question, revisiting some of the stories she grew up listening to. “Yeah, it is not only the fact that in these stories there's no such thing as a fisherwoman, but also the other fact that us women are not the actual prey of a mermaid.” - Costia makes a dramatic pause. “- They never wanted to harm us. It's quite the opposite.”

Lexa's head spins, and suddenly she catches herself trying to learn how to breathe again and control her trembling hands. Falling for a boat and freezing to death would never stand a chance by this dread that the fisher is feeling at the moment.

They stopped walking suddenly, and Costia turned to the ocean, glancing at the farthest point where the horizon meets the sea. She seems to visit memories she's not willing to share for now.

“They see us as equals.” - she continues, her eyes never leaving the sky. “Possible life partners, even.”

Then, she chuckles again, more to herself than to Lexa. She's too deep into her own train of thought. The brunette let her. “Once a mermaid chooses you, her feelings can get just as profound as the ocean. They can even experience jealousy.”

The fisher keeps her eyes glancing miles above, just like Costia's, but her mind screams at the thick, hot, growing feeling of anxiousness before this news.

Is it possible?

A mermaid?

That mermaid?

Is Costia making fun of her?

But if it is true, why on heavens she would choose Lexa if she doesn't even know how to communicate with her and it's probably another fairytale made up by too romantic woman or a jealous man and-

“If I were a mermaid-”, adds Costia, her usual warm smile forming on her lips. Lexa can feel her eyes landing at the curve of her neck, catching the details of her intricate braids she made to attend the party. “I would be jealous of you, too.”

The fisher feels a wave of heat crawling from her shoulders towards her ears, and she thanks the gods the sun is already too hidden between the curtains of clouds and sea, so no one would notice the redness of her cheeks.

But the thing is: Lexa doesn't know anymore if this mix of feelings is about the vivid sensation that Costia must know something about her encounters with the mermaid, or the fact that Lexa is practically panicking about the possibility of a sea creature seeing her as a life partner.

It's too much. This conversation is too much.

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Costia and Lexa talked a little more before sharing their goodbyes by the fisher's home. The merchant explained to Lexa that a mermaid can be very observant and fully aware of when she is or isn't watched. When someone sees a mermaid, is it because she, indeed, wants to be seen. She lets them see her.

The same logic works for her singing. If one hears the song of a mermaid, but doesn't feel the pull of the dangerous spell dragging them towards the sea to embrace death, it is mostly because she doesn't want to.

She might be singing for a completely different reason.

Costia gives Lexa a chaste kiss on the fisher's cheek. Her smile never leaves her face.

Lexa spends a good amount of time mulling over and over the whole conversation. It felt like Costia knew, the way she smiled, the way she said each word, even the “I would be jealous of you too” part seemed oddly specific.

Even the faintest of her touches at Lexa's arm felt like she knew something.

The fisher finally goes to sleep later than usual, her mind giving up on thinking too much only because she was too tired after a long day that started before the sunrise. In a few hours, she still has a lot of work to do. She must rest.

She drifts into deep slumber easily. And by the time she wakes up, she won't be able to tell if the melancholic chant she hears in her dreams is in fact reality or just her delusional mind still confused by so much information.

Meanwhile, hidden between the reefs closer to the small port, the mermaid weeps as sad, sad, lullaby.

[100yearsofclexa]

Such an absurdity using us lesbians to farm interaction and follows and likes just because everyone knows that there's no creature among the human inventions that is capable of beating the POWER of a queer person which is a fan of Alicia Debnam-Carey! You fools!

*barking* oh my god she is SO BEAUTIFUL I want to DIE even her NAILS are fascinating I may pray to this beautiful nails as if it were a proof of the living god among the masses *hits the ❤️ button furiously*

Her nail artist said "here, lesbians 🥩" and I came running 😔

[100yearsofclexa]

THE MERMAID, part 1

{posting before going to sleep, might change a few details tomorrow morning. As usual: no beta reader, English is a second language, and I'm almost always writing at work while no one is watching. There will be a part 2 that I'll try to finish writing tomorrow.}

Sometimes, when the moon was high in the sky, and the sea was calmer than usual, Lexa would find her there, by the shore rocks, quietly undoing the knots of her hair, golden and frizzled by the salty water. She would stand sitting among a plain rock that seemed to burgeon from the sand, her beautiful milky skin bathed by the moonlight, legs gently crossed with her feet swaying, dangling by the border of the rock and just inches from where the water meets the earth. If Lexa observed closely, she would even see the tiny waves that the sea itself would produce just to be closer to her - the smallest of ocean droplets dripping on her toes and calves, as a true trial of the sea creatures to caress even a small part of her body they could reach.

Lexa knew that the sea, and also the night, adored her. Just as Lexa herself.

Fishing that early would be way more pleasant, knowing that her silent partner would be there, watching her as she threw her fishing nets on the water and waited patiently for the time of pulling it back, with fishes of various sizes, small clams and seaweeds. They would trade looks - forest green meeting piercing blue ones, and even small smiles, but never a single word.

Is not like Lexa hasn't tried. She waved once.

Twice.

One day she even mouthed a silent “Hello” - but the mermaid would dive back into the water as soon the word or the unknown movement of Lexa's hands were seen by her tempestuous eyes.

Lexa understood, then, that the mermaid wasn't that talkative at all. She enjoyed the nocturnal/sun-rising company, only, and Lexa could live with that. As long as the mermaid didn't try to kill her.

She didn't. Not even once. They never were any closer from the distance the blonde would set for them - till the rise of the sun she would stand by the shore, braiding her hair or just watching, as Lexa worked.

By the time the sun fully rises, and Lexa went back with her boat to the shore of her small village, the mermaid had already dived back into the ocean, leaving Lexa alone with her thoughts about that mesmerizing creature until the next dawn they met.

After some weeks of silent observation, her knife hidden by the waistband of her worn trousers, Lexa seemed to get used to the blonde watching her by the shore or any other reef when Lexa tried to navigate through deeper waters. She would feel warmer, deep down in her heart, with that unusual, soon-to-be usual, company.

One night, a particularly big (giant) fish decided that it was a good idea to bump into Lexa’s small boat - those playful fishes! - causing a violent sway of the whole structure while the fisher was standing calmly by the boat's border, pulling back the fisher nets. Lexa was between actions, caught too off-guard to balance herself with the abrupt swing of the boat. She fell hard on the water, but thank goodness the boat was anchored so it wouldn't float away.

She was startled by a moment after the fall, but as the dark and cold waters hugged her, it took little time for Lexa to recover and start to act. Falling from a boat was the easiest issue she could handle in a fisher life. She swam with armful strokes to reach the port and rapidly took the impulse to climb back, fast enough so the boat wouldn't turn upside down thanks to her own weight hanging by one side. The fishing net remained chaotically tangled by the boat's bow. 

She was freezing, yes. Her clothes damped and glued to her skin, shoes squeaking and leaking salty water by its leather material.

Well, shit happens.

More calmer than the expected, Lexa sat sprawled by the small deck, breathing deep and steadily trying to control her own shivers as she concentrates herself into the task of untangling the fishing net from her personal objects, the tool trapped by the sharp corners of the boat.

The minutes passed slowly as she asked for the most of her patience trying to free the net before it got completely ruined. There were even some fishes jumping and twisting by the deck, also trapped by that mess of threads and knots. She’s trembling too hard and the moonlight is not enough for her to properly see the tangled and untangled parts of the fishing net. It's quite frustrating.

Lexa loses her temper after cutting her right thumb with a broken shell that she didn't see among the chaos of threads. The cut stings and burns, and the blood dripping by the extension of her palm is not very soothing.

She curses in her breath. Maybe today wasn't a very good day for fishing, afterall. She glances fast at the shore, at the usual spot, as to make sure if her companion didn't witness such a ridiculous scene.

She's not there anymore. Vanished.

Lexa wants to call it a day and go home. She's cold, shivering, soaking wet and, now, bleeding. It's too much for a day.

Lexa drops the fishing net for once, then fetches her leather pouch, looking for any piece of dry cloth for, at least, improvising some kind of bandage. She finds an old, wrinkled shirt by the bottom of the pouch. It has holes and it's partially unstitched, but is better than nothing.

She has to rip a small piece of it to cover her sore thumb. She reaches the waistband of her trousers, to get the hidden knife an-

Where 's the knife?

She pats her soaked pockets, her soaked shirt, she spins on her own axis looking for it at the deck - nothing. Lexa groans and huffs. Loudly. Her wordless complaint echoing in the middle of the sea as if the sea creatures could hear her.

By the name of the fr-

The blonde emerges from the water, right in front of the annoyed fisher. Lexa gasps. Her upper chest, clavicles and her dazzling features, the golden hair damp by the ocean, floating through the surface, are visible under the dim light of the moon and stars.

She is only a few meters away from Lexa’s boat, as curious, pierce-blue eyes inspects the sight of the boat and the woman in front of her.

Lexa forgets how to breathe. Even her trembling seems to ease a little by the sight.

The creature gives Lexa a small, lopsided smile. Lexa kept frozen in place, her sore thumb long ago forgotten.

The blonde creature then raises from under the water a dark blade with a wooden handle, decorated with golden intricate patterns along it’s spine and rivets.

Lexa's knife.

The mermaid swims graciously with her… legs? Tail? Lexa can't properly see from the surface where she stands, but she can, indeed, see that the woman is almost "walking" graciously inside the water as she gets closer to the boat, still holding the damn knife.

As she approaches, Lexa crouches by the board from what she hoped on before. Her movements are now calculated and so, so slow, and fearful of tearing any bad reaction from the creature.

The blonde stood next to the border where Lexa is, but now she seems interested in the object in her hand. She seems to know that the object belongs to Lexa, and inspects it with genuine curiosity, switching her focus to Lexa from time to time, as she tries to connect the dots between the brunette and the strange object that she carries with her. Well, she carried it with her until she fell from the boat.

Lexa waits, dazzled by the sight of the creature being this close without any apparent fears. She holds the cloth - now drenched with blood from her thumb - firmly, and watches, mesmerized by the silent investigation of the creature.

The creature is stunning. The moonlight works on her skin as a counterlight revealing to a spectator's eyes precious details, such as the clues of a constellation of freckles along her upper chest and cheekbones - as tiny kisses of light marked on her skin by the sun. A beautiful mole by her upper lip, and rosy mouth - speaking of which, it’s now parted slightly as the mermaid begins to bring the blade curiously to it, the tip of her tongue poking out as she-

No, no, no! - Lexa repeats in a jolt, reaching out to stop the creature from licking the sharp blade.

The creature startles, snapping open her eyes, with the abrupt movement of Lexa's hands. She lets a discrete gasp and swims away too fast for Lexa to follow, floating now at least eight arms of distance from the boat.

The creature frowns, visibly annoyed, but still holding the knife by the handle. Thank god she didn't try to hold it by the blade, Lexa thinks.

They trade looks of pure tension.

Suddenly, the air gets colder again, Lexa is hyper aware of her surroundings, and so is the creature.

Lexa's hands are still open towards the mermaid, frozen in the middle of the air - as if the tiniest of the movements would startle the creature again, this time to dive deep in the sea and never be found again.

The blonde woman notices that the bloodstained cloth now is floating just below where Lexa's sore hand remains. She follows with her eyes the path of blood through the brunette's palm till her thumb. Careful curiosity is still visible.

The creature eyes the lines formed by the drenched clothes glued to Lexa’s body, staring shameless. The taut muscles, the droplets of salty water by her forearms, locks of hair sticking at the fisher’s forehead, the round curves of Lexa’s small breasts and hardened nipples by the coldness.

She stares and stares, as if Lexa were a puzzle turned into flesh.

Meanwhile, the fisher is just as dazzled by the beautiful, and very naked form. Something in there makes her intrigued by the beautiful figure, since the first time they saw each other's presence by the shore. And now that she is so close to her… it would be a shame not to try. If she is not plotting her death - Lexa knows what a mermaid is capable of - why does she keep visiting?

Only if she could be able to interact…

Lexa sighs. She releases the air by her mouth, blowing puffs of heated air in the freezing dawn.

I'm sorry. - Lexa whispers, so softly that she even doubts herself if she indeed proffered those words.

The mermaid still gazes at her, tilting her head to the side as if she tried to understand what is that movement and that sound she's hearing from Lexa's lips.

Very slowly, painfully slow actually, Lexa recoils her hands. She hugs herself, the freezing sensation from the damp clothes getting harder and harder to endure as the cool wind blows.

It's too cold, there's still plenty of time till the sunrise.

Lexa trembles, shivers, tries to manage the sharp pain from the deep cut on her finger.

They stood there, facing each other, the boat swaying in a lullaby rhythm, as Lexa tried hard to not freeze to death and, at the same time, hold the creature’s gaze. She thinks a thousand things, the cogwheels of her mind spinning furiously, as if she were capable of asking the million questions she has to the creature using only her eyes.

What are you? What's your name? Do you have a name?

Why do you follow me?

Are you going to kill me?

Why you didn't yet?

The only answer that she has for now is the deep, inquisitive, blue staring of the mermaid’s eyes.

After minutes of a silent investigation, the mermaid dived into the ocean without a single warning, disappearing in front of Lexa's gaze.

Surprisingly, the fisher only sighed and accepted her fate of returning back home with almost zero fishes, a sore, maybe infected, thumb, and without her knife.

At least she was alive.

[100yearsofclexa]

I'm producing a party with a few friends from Colombia that might happen on June 20th, I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!! LESBIANAS ALWAYS WINNING

IT'S PRIDE MONTH & SAN JUAN

OMG gracias a díos nací en Latinoamérica I want to IMPLODE that club with the hottest & dirtiest of Reaggeton, Salsa, Funk, Bachata, Bregafunk 'till morning!!!!!!!!!!

[100yearsofclexa]

I love you all my baby boys

[100yearsofclexa]

I’m always thinking about those little freaks

[100yearsofclexa]

I MEAN, IT'S FOR SCIENCE PURPOSES

BUT YEAH

BRING HER ASAP!!!!

IT'S JUNE 3RD AND I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING GAY YET!!

Bring a girl to kiss mee!!!!!

[100yearsofclexa]

I'm bored just before going to my Aikido training, so here goes a small gossip about my life.

There is this girl. She's a doctor. Black hair, milky skin, almond-shaped eyes. Gorgeous. We met once at a nightclub back in my hometown (3 years ago I guess), we started chatting about her friend that was having a harsh time with her current boyfriend. I was a little drunk, but kept talking and blablablabla when suddenly she took off my glasses and kissed me. Yup.

Oh my dear Commander Lexa, that kiss was perfect. One of the best mouths these gay lips once kissed. I remember vividly of kissing her senseless, stumbling on my feet, while we were walking towards her Uber, still not ready to stop kissing her yet. I was so focused on chasing those lips, getting the very last piece of them I could get, that a random guy just yelled at us before we reached the club exit: Yo, you can ask her number or IG, y'know?

Fun fact: I've completely forgotten of asking her number 'till that very moment.

Still dazzled by the girl, I indeed asked for her number, and she gave me. I texted her on the spot.

She never answered me.

But I didn't give up!

A few days later, using my CSI Lesbian skills, I don't remember how but I found her IG user!!!!! Pressed so hard that button FOLLOW right away. She followed me back.

Nothing happened.

We've met once at another party. She said hi to me as I was too drunk (and blind as a bat) to recognize her and greets her back. Again, after that episode, nothing happened.

Fast forward button ⏩. It's 2025 and I'm very much single.

She answered one of my silly stories on IG. Asking when I'm back in town. I didn't have the answer. I don't know yet. I still don't know yet.

She says: let me know once you're back. And that's it.

It's been one month since we've talked.

I know I must come back home so I can spend some time with my mom, my godmother and my sister (I miss them like HELL, I cried like A LOT past mother's day), and hang out with my best friend, eat every single thing that I miss eating and stuff, but......... I would be lying if I said that I'm not anxious to kiss this girl again after 3 years. For science reasons, obviously.

[100yearsofclexa]

Shhhh, the episode ended here.

[100yearsofclexa]

What's up Clexakru!

Is there any fan of WWE? Wrestling? 👀 Rhea Ripley? 👀👀👀👀👀

I mean... She is practically the Lexa of Wrestling World... 😮‍💨💞❤️🔥

Death glare ✅

War paint ✅

All women, straight or not, want to marry her (and also went completely nuts about the fact that she is married to a guy) ✅✅✅

She is indeed an absolute BADASS ✅✅✅✅✅✅

I mean: DAMN MAMI