there’s just. so much i love about commander lexa. the way she lights up going into battle and she’s just a young girl but she smiles and suddenly she’s so much bigger and more powerful than that. the way she holds up the legacy of so many before her and makes it look so easy, never asks for praise for the weight she carries for her people. the way she moves like every single thing she does has a purpose. her mind, how smart she is in ways that no one else is, making stunning political moves before anyone else even had time to think of it. the way she softens when she allows herself to, all wide eyes and glowing edges. the nervous way her breath fluttered when she kissed clarke, and then again when clarke kissed her. the way she, this force of nature of a woman, struggled around words and tried to swallow all the love she felt. the way she cried when that love was truly realized, the gentle way she touched clarke like the moment was something too precious to fathom. the reassured, unabashed way she held and kissed clarke in the city of light. it’s been months someone tell me when will i stop missing lexa kom trikru