( it hadn't felt like mercy when la pluma missed and she'd been left shivering and bleeding out in natsuno's arms. it was shock and adrenaline that had shielded clarke from a majority of the pain, not anything the other woman had done out of the twisted version of goodness in her heart.
but, on the heels of the swell of anger in her chest, clarke can see how their situations may have been different. she'd at least gotten the gratification of watching la pluma torn to literal shreds just out of the range she could focus dying eyes. venti'd had... nothing. not even the catharsis of crying about it with mizuki later. that's... so fucked up. that's wrong, that's, it's — )
...this isn't what love is supposed to look like, Venti. It's not supposed to be a back and forth of hurt, punctuated by a few special moments. It'll just continue being like that if you don't put your foot down and make it stop.
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but, on the heels of the swell of anger in her chest, clarke can see how their situations may have been different. she'd at least gotten the gratification of watching la pluma torn to literal shreds just out of the range she could focus dying eyes. venti'd had... nothing. not even the catharsis of crying about it with mizuki later. that's... so fucked up. that's wrong, that's, it's — )
...this isn't what love is supposed to look like, Venti. It's not supposed to be a back and forth of hurt, punctuated by a few special moments. It'll just continue being like that if you don't put your foot down and make it stop.