( in the rain, in longer shorts but still shorts, preemptively worked up in the way that sends a black tinged flush creeping up her throat and spread across her cheeks. if he ever deigns to pick up his phone again, unfortunately the clusterfuck of freely given truths mixed with unwilling admissions continues.
what she means to say: i cannot do this. what comes out: )
I want to see your wings again.
( she's late to the doublechecking of texts game, but when she does it's like the words she'd meant to send melt before her eyes into horrifying, gut wrenching textual manifestations of ideas clarke hadn't even allowed herself to consciously think. so, a reckless second attempt.
meant vs sent.
i can't talk to you right now. )
I still want to believe in you.
( and third time's the charm, where what she's trying to say is abject honesty and comes out as such. because there's seldom a moment where clarke griffin isn't — )
no subject
what she means to say: i cannot do this. what comes out: )
I want to see your wings again.
( she's late to the doublechecking of texts game, but when she does it's like the words she'd meant to send melt before her eyes into horrifying, gut wrenching textual manifestations of ideas clarke hadn't even allowed herself to consciously think. so, a reckless second attempt.
meant vs sent.
i can't talk to you right now. )
I still want to believe in you.
( and third time's the charm, where what she's trying to say is abject honesty and comes out as such. because there's seldom a moment where clarke griffin isn't — )
Sorry.