" Defined by no man, you are your own story.
Blazing through the world, turning history into herstory. And when they dare to tell you about all the things you cannot be,
You smile at them. "
" I am both woman and warrior and you cannot stop me. "...
CLARKE MOVES SWIFTY DOWN THE HALLWAY as she makes her way to Roan's room. Angelina was late for breakfast and hadn't slept in her room with her like she usually did. The blonde could only assume that Roan knew where the girl would be.
Clarke hesitates before knocking on the door. She pauses, waiting for a response but when she hears nothing the girl nudges the door open.
The blonde gasps in surprise as she finds Angelina asleep curled into Roan's chest. The man lies awake, resting against the pillows with a secure arm wrapped around the brunette as he glares at the blonde.
Clarke sends the man an apologetic glance as Angelina begins to stir. The brunette sits straight up as she rubs her eyes awake. Angelina jumps as she finds Clarke watching her.
"Clarke!" Angelina shrieks as she grasps her chest. "Don't scare me like that you creep!" She jokes as she throws a pillow at the blonde.
Clarke catches the pillow in her hands, making Angelina pout, before tossing it back at the girl. Angelina lets it hit her across the face as she slumps backwards on the bed, holding the pillow to her face as she lets out a groan.
"You scared me!" Clarke defends herself, "I got worried when you didn't come back last night."
Angelina's words are muffled against the pillow, making Clarke sigh before Roan removes the pillow from his soulmate's grip. "Hey!" Angelina groans, lunging forward as she snatches the pillow back.
Roan lets out a small laugh, shaking his head as Clarke says, "Don't tell me you forgot about the war council."
Angelina glares at the blonde as she says, "This is adult shit. I hate adult shit."
