Has Clarke ever stroked AWTR Lexa's hair like that to give her some small comfort when she was feeling weak and miserable?
Do you believe at any point in time during their dating and marriage Clarke wasn't constantly finding any excuse to run her fingers through that waterfall of hair?
Sunday afternoon dates after church spent splayed out under the shade of the old willow, Lexa laying with her head in Clarke's lap as Clarke read to her while she dozed in and out. Her happy little hums when Clarke would undo her braid just to twist the curls around her finger and watch those wild ringlets spring free. On days when Lexa could barely move, could barely keep her eyes open because the entire world felt like it was spinning, she'd whisper how Clarke's hands running through her hair were all that helped her feel grounded. So many memories of burying her hands in that hair to pull her in for one more kiss. Memories of massaging through it with soothing conditioner in the quiet of a midnight bath because Lexa felt too sick to sleep. Memories of Lexa nestled tight against her chest as she combed the waves with only her fingers to detangle any knots because brushing would set off the headaches.
She never realized such a big part of loving someone and caring for them really does include caring for their hair. It's such an intimate part of a person, and she loved those moments with Lexa. Which is why pictures like this, snapped on those rare occasions when Lexa let her hair just be free and wild in all its curly glory because she wasn't trying as hard to seem completely fine and okay and eternally put together, those are both Clarke's favorite and most painful to look at once she's gone. Because even decades later, she still remembers exactly how soft those curls felt slipping through her fingers. How caring for them and feeling the life in them used to comfort Clarke just as much as they did Lexa...