[Leksa the girl who had loved girls since she was old enough to love anyone, whose chest ached for them, whose hands yearned to touch them, who had never learned to be ashamed of that love except that all love was a weakness easily exploited by her enemies regardless of who it was she loved wanted to write something sharp in return. Something that reminds Ren that what she had said doesn't have a satisfying "proper" explanation. There is no version of "my people think your existence is wrong" that would ever sit well, especially when Lexa knew Ren liked women as well and still shoved that new and "exciting" reality into her life when she obviously hadn't understood.
She still doesn't really understand even if she knows the "facts" of the situation and Rowan had helped clarify things somewhat. It sits uneasily in the pit of her stomach every time she thinks about it even though no part of her feels ashamed and instead is just hurt.
But Lexa has never had space to be just the girl with the strong feelings and personal reactions so she pauses and tries her best to temper the quiet fury that still rages in her mind, mixed with sadness, every time she thinks about their last meeting.]
I'll listen. [It can't be any worse than listening to her ambassadors, after all.]
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She still doesn't really understand even if she knows the "facts" of the situation and Rowan had helped clarify things somewhat. It sits uneasily in the pit of her stomach every time she thinks about it even though no part of her feels ashamed and instead is just hurt.
But Lexa has never had space to be just the girl with the strong feelings and personal reactions so she pauses and tries her best to temper the quiet fury that still rages in her mind, mixed with sadness, every time she thinks about their last meeting.]
I'll listen. [It can't be any worse than listening to her ambassadors, after all.]