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Would anyone wanna do something random with Baby Mira? She seems to want to play, but isn’t interested in her drafts right now!
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“She’s Little.. but she’s strong.
She is Tiny… But she sure is fighty.”
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You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.
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#BRRRIIITTTTT!#You adorable sweet lovable cupcake of a sweetheart! <3#I Love you so much and you are so sweet and I am SO DAMN PROUD OF YOU!#Congrats on this amazing milestone! <3#❀｡ﾟ･ —— ’ mira’s precious treasures : saved !
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Okay, so Sparky is like one of the best people around here? Honestly?? So sweet and awesome to have as a partner. They are so freaking talented and I adore each of their muses. We honestly need to write more, we always plot and then I’m a boob so I forget to do starters or something. But seriously, Sparky is so freaking awesome and I adore them, okay??
#❀｡ﾟ･ —— ’ mira’s precious treasures : saved !#omg this is so sweet! <3 Thank you sweetheart! And YES we do need to write more!
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If there was anything on this planet that Clarke wanted it was for Mira to be safe and happy here with her – with Skaikru – in Arkadia. It was comforting to have someone love her unconditionaly like the small girl in her arms did. There were stars in her eyes, a painted picture for her to gaze upon every time they met. So, when the small nuzzles came into her shoulder, a sigh that caused her muscles to relax.
Mira was just a child, of course she was up this late due to a bad dream. A small smile lifted Clarke’s features while her head tilted, her fingers carefully running through the girl’s fine hair. “Shhhhh,” she cooed. “Momma won’t let any foto baga get you…” she whispered. Carefully she adjusted, wrapping herself around the smaller blonde, “I’ll never let anybody hurt you, baby.”
Arkadia was a strange place. Far different than any other place Mira had been, but they were funny people too - so strange and funny. Often Mira was amused by things they said or did, but she knew she was safe - her Mama would make sure she was safe. Carefully she pulls back, hands moving again, fingers pressing against Clarke’s cheek, her Mama loved her. She knew this much and it made her very happy. She loved her Mama so much too.
Mira’s body relaxes, feeling the gentle touch of fingers running through her hair, her nose scrunches slightly, head tilting back to gaze at her Mama’s face, “Buts what’a ‘bout you Mama?” small lips press together as she speaks softly, her body curling closely against Clarke’s own, “I won’ts let foto baga get you Mama.”
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It was an easy adjustment to find herself sleeping beside the child she’d found in the woods, in fact, she’d become more of a comfort than anything else. Sometimes Clarke found herself wondering what she’d done down the line to deserve a blessing like the child she’d adopted. For so long she believed that she was only capable of death and destruction, like the title Wanheda promised, but the tiny blonde that was tucked up under her or arm meant more than that.
– even when she was poking her face during the silence of night.
Softly she hummed at the girls question, wrapping her arms around the small frame and pulled her in close. “I’m awake,” she whispered, her hand pressing long, stroking motions on the girl’s back. “Hakom yu stomba raun?” she mumbled, only opening her eyes long enough to press a soft kiss into the girl’s hair once she’d adjusted comfortably.
For Mira, the adjustment was still an ongoing one. She was happy, there was no doubt about that - but she was still adjusting, the differences were rather large - but more than anything, she was comforted and cared for. Things she hadn’t experienced for a long time, and all of that was because of the older blonde she now called her Mama, being loved and cared for - knowing she was safe even as her dreams showed her something darker and far different. Her Mama would make everything better.
Mira’s small body relaxed quickly as she was wrapped back into the comforting arms, quickly curling happily into her arms with a small happy sigh. The words were barely mumbled but heard clearly, bringing a small pout to the child's face as her dreams awoke in her mind again, carefully she shook her head, face rubbing against Clarke’s shoulder.
“Baga.... Mama, foto baga,” The words were barely whispered as her hands grasped Clarke’s shirt, her face remaining pressed into her shoulder.
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“Mama?” The small voice was quiet, tiny hands reaching out to gently shake the older blonde, trying with care to awaken her. It was still dark outside, the night still very much alive - she was meant to be sleeping, but her dreams had woken her. Blue eyes were now wide awake as she climbs onto the bed, seeking out the comfort and attention of the older blonde who had given her such love and care, her Mama as the sky people spoke.
She didn’t want to have to wake her Mama up, but she was now wide awake and sleeping didn’t seem to be happening. She hoped she wasn’t going to get into trouble. Carefully kneeling on the bed, she leaned her face closer to Clarke’s her small fingers tapping gently against the older blonde’s face, “Mama - wake up. Is you awake now?”
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𝓐t first, the child was no where to be found, her child was missing. Mira had been by her side for weeks now and they’d grown very, very close. There were so many faces that were walking the opposite direction, but not a single one of them were phased by the blonde’s frantic calls for her much smaller counter part. The fact that most all of the faces were unfamiliar was striking, but she had five years to learn their stories yet hers would be incomplete if her little girl had gotten out.
𝓣hough, right as she was about turn on her heels and high tale it towards where the speech was going to be given a familiar voice rang through the sea of people. Refreshed and relaxed, Clarke kept wading through the masses before finally seeing a small crown of hair that matched hers.
𝓛oudly, she called for her again, shoving people aside in order to wrap her arms tightly around the child. At first the motion started low, wrapping her arms tightly around her, one hand resting on the back of the girls head, mingling with the loose strands of sunshine and sighed a heavy sigh of relief. After a moment of just resting with the little girl in her arms, Clarke rose to her full height, bringing her up alongside her. Still, her arms remained tight under her and in her hair, shushing softly in any attempts to remove fear.
“𝓜omma is here,” Clark whispered, pressing a lingered, soft kiss onto Mira’s temple. Though she moved out of the main walk they still seemed to be in the way. Praimfaya would be hitting any minute now and the last few stragglers were making their way through the halls. Quickly, she moved the few rooms down and tucked into what both she and the smaller had claimed as theirs, closing the door behind them.
𝓒larke pressed her back against the door, sliding down still holding the little girl. “You’re okay, Momma is here…”
As soon as she heard that voice, she was on her feet and fighting through the crowd - pushing and squirming between people, so many people. So many people she didn’t know and they were keeping her from getting to Clarke. She was a tiny little thing, easily lost among the crowd of people, but each time she heard her name - she called out again, following the sound of that familiar voice getting closer and closer until she saw her close enough.
Tear-filled blue eyes lit up, pushing a little more before small hands reach out, her hands grasping onto Clarke’s shirt as her head pressed into her shoulder - small sobs shaking her body. She was okay. Clarke was here - her Mama was here. As she was lifted she didn’t budge -refusing to let go she let herself be lifted up, arms and legs wrapping around Clarke’s body as her face hid against her shoulder. No longer caring for the crowd around them as she let herself calm with the familiar comforting presence.
It wasn’t until the door closed behind them did Mira let her hold lessen slightly, still not releasing her hold fully as she gave a small sniff and spoke again. “You made it back.” Her voice wavered a little as she pulled back, blue eyes meeting blue again as she pressed against Clarke’s side, snuggling up on her lap - her hands forming a new grasp, keeping them close. She didn’t feel as scared now, not like before - she was okay, they were okay even as Praimfaya drew closer. They were safe.
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After finding out that Clarke had taken off, that she wasn’t there - Mira had pitched a fit. The usually controlled, often acting older than her years, girl that she was had disappeared. Turning into every part of the Seven year old little girl she really was. She had yelled - she had screamed, she had cried and tried indeed to sneak out - to get out there - to go find her ‘Mama’. Fear clutched the little girls heart as people spoke of her not going to make it back ‘in time’ - the in time part Mira didn’t fully understand, the not coming back - that she did and she didn’t like it one bit. She had hit, she had screamed - and then... things went black as her little body collapsed.
She was knocked unconscious and then carried somewhere, Sleeping until she woke up. Confused and a little disorientated as she found herself tucked into one of the bunks - a blonde nearby who at first she thought was Clarke - but it wasn’t and instantly her tears reappeared. It was Clarke’s Nomon who was there when she woke up and while it was a little comfort it wasn’t enough. Mira was back on her feet and rushing off - not having her ‘Mama’ there broke her heart. She was certain that while she had been ‘sleeping’ time had run out and now she felt alone, the only comfort was the furry little friend of hers that she had snuck into the bunker and hidden.
She was tucked into her hiding spot, tear streaked face hidden against the soft fur of her little wolf pup, she heard her name being called but it sounded far away. She didn’t answer - not until she heard it closer. She knew that voice.
“M-Mama..” The word was mumbled as Pup lifted his head - giving out a loud yelp that made Mira scramble to her feet. There were few people that Pup liked as much. She heard her name again and quickened her steps, telling pup to stay before rushing out - trying to squirm past the crowd of people listening to Oktevia - grounders - sky people - all the same, there were so many people and all so much bigger. But she heard that voice - she knew it.
“Mama!”
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Closed || @strikgona *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
There was nothing in this world that would’ve made Clarke turn her back on that little girl that she knew would be waiting for her in the bunker. They rushed to Raven, rushing back just as the fire began to peak over the hill of Polis.
Anxiously, she darted through the hall, stripping her suit off as quickly as she could, littering the pieces in the wake of her steps. She had to make sure Mira was okay, that some how she didn’t just sneak out like she a tendency to do when she got board.
“Mira!?“ she called, frantically stepping out of her suit, ruffling through the crowd that was bustling toward Heda Oktavia’s speech. “Mira?! Mira? Where at you?!”
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. I’m Waking Up .
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Okay, but y'all should post a 👌 on the dash so I can comment one of my favorite things about your blog.
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@childcharlotte liked for a Season Five Starter!
It had been six years. Longer than they had been told it would be, longer than any of them had expected. Mira had been among the youngest in the bunker - not too many children had been left, many had died before Praimfaya - before they made it into the bunker. But Mira hadn’t cared about being there - it had been Clarke that insisted, for the first few weeks after the doors were locked she had tried to find a way out, she had been angry and upset. Refusing to listen, refusing to have people tell her that Clarke was gone. That her fight had ended. She still refused to believe that last part even after Six years had passed.
It had been a long time, but they were finally able to leave the bunker - at least those that had survived the years inside. One hand, no longer as small as it had been once held tight to Abby’s - Mira now calling her as her grandmother - the older Griffin having taken care of Mira through the years inside, a constant comfort and a reminder of Clarke. The other hand held onto Charlotte, the girl having been one of the few people Mira had trusted inside, a comfort - someone who didn’t either treat her as a small child or as a bother when she became upset by people telling what Mira considered as lies.
After so long inside, everyone seemed overwhelmed coming outside again - it looked different, the air was different. The world Mira had known as ‘home’ was changed. Both her hands clutched a little tighter as she felt fur rub against her legs - her wolf friend that had caused quite the drama inside - a comfort, something familiar in the outside.
“Its broken..” The words were soft, her eyes sad a she looked around. The colors she remembered were changed - the greens, seeming to all be gone. The world was in her eyes quite broken.
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Like for a starter from Thirteen year old Mira (AKA. Season 5 stuff!)
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