( maybe she has no grace to avoid crossing the line of what mortals are and aren't allowed to do for gods, but she's not stupid enough to push the issue when venti doesn't respond. either clarke had stepped on toes or given him a lot to think about, or maybe just sent him backsliding into the bottle. when no blinking ellipse spring up in their text thread, she pockets her phone. then, depending how long venti wallows, there's options on where he finds her.
choose your own adventure:
a. one or two more laps around the track on the sports deck, until her lungs are burning and legs aching. still thoroughly rain drenched, still absorbed in the notion she'll have to work at outrunning demons — personal and literal. b. picking through the buffet line, absolutely starving and loading up a serena eterna branded traveling mug with scorching hot coffee to take back to her room. or c. back in 108, either a settling mess still drenched in sweat and picking at her plate. or post a quick shower, hair still wet and paging through some trashy fiction novel from the library because ugh, she'd given herself homework. )
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choose your own adventure:
a. one or two more laps around the track on the sports deck, until her lungs are burning and legs aching. still thoroughly rain drenched, still absorbed in the notion she'll have to work at outrunning demons — personal and literal.
b. picking through the buffet line, absolutely starving and loading up a serena eterna branded traveling mug with scorching hot coffee to take back to her room.
or c. back in 108, either a settling mess still drenched in sweat and picking at her plate. or post a quick shower, hair still wet and paging through some trashy fiction novel from the library because ugh, she'd given herself homework. )