Have you ever thought that the main reason of Lexa’s perfection in this moment is her beautiful smile because she smiled so fucking rarely. And she didn’t smile for Clarke. She smiled because of Clarke. I’m crying
Hold up! Just look at her face. Look at that subtle raise of her eyebrows, the tiny, almost imperceptible, quiver of her chin and the intake of breath. The way her lips part and her eyes just gaze longingly with that ‘please-love-me’ stare. It’s like she takes one look at Clarke and time stands still for a sec.
You can almost hear the internal conflict. -‘God your pretty. That face. Those eyes. Those lips. Can I kiss you? I swear you’re an angel. Jok! Pull yourself together Heda!
Love is weakness, except, maybe my love of candles. Wait, what was you saying? Your beauty stumped me-’.
Lexa is so thirsty that straight after this she has to pour herself a drink.
The subtlety and intricacies of ADC’s expressions and the mannerisms within her portrayal of Lexa still amaze me.