⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ an introduction to an indie / au portrayal of #t100’s Abigail Griffin: MOTHER. DOCTOR. FRIEND. definitely not Stacy’s Mom, but she’s still got it goin’ on. © echosflame ↺ ╱ ♡ ⠀ ⠀

She’s still around and very much 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆. …Just don’t tell the others, especially 𝘼𝘽𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙇 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙉. or she might get a lecture /again/.

/ my og clarke makes a return on the day i finish a grueling summer semester … is this fate?! that being said … time to bring abs back from the dead? 😅

Ah, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕——she meant, well yeah, that. She’s already dragging a chair over for her to sit on. Would it be possible to ask for a bottle of /anything/ before the lecture commences?

What better homecoming present is there than to be asked to apologize for——and what exactly is she being blamed for /this/ time? On second thought, spare her lecture. The bottle is all she needs. Nice to see that Abigail hasn’t changed a bit.

She’ll call her that when she earns the title; and let’s face it, that might not be happening any time soon. Clarke will worry about those things later. Right now, she’s worried about actually remembering this conversation the next morning. Ah, yes. Definitely 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓.

Clarke doesn’t watch the woman leave, focusing solely on the task of finishing it. She felt no remorse, only glancing up when she was sure Abigail was gone before letting out an exhausted sigh. Nothing seemed to change. Home sweet home.

She wouldn’t be surprised if she meant it literally. A fair warning to anyone in her vicinity. Good news? That still exists?

Well, the Ground changes people. She wouldn’t put it past her; or be surprised at the slightest. You do what you do to survive.

Oh! She’s raising a brow upwards she looks over her. She doesn’t believe they’ve been properly…introduced. “Hey, is everything okay?”

It takes a few surprised blinks and a pause before she’s rubbing the side of her head. Whether the kid was serious in her inquiry or not, she was too sober to answer. “Uh, I am pretty sure you and I have a familiar…acquaintance who’d be more knowledgeable on that.”

That explains why their /boundaries/ got blurred. When Clarke was sent down here, any hope of humanity she had was left behind in space. And now she’s just living with whatever’s left.

She knows she didn’t have any. That’s probably what makes her even more infuriated at her; that in reality, the one person she could blame for everything was blameless. She’s…𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 of all the fighting. Actually, she’s just tried of everything.

The water is /contaminated/? And they wonder why alcohol’s all she ever drinks around this hell hole. Daily reminder that she 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.

Joke’s on all of you. She is, much to many people’s dismay, still very much alive.