not that clarke's forgotten, she'd been the one to recently interject the idea of a need for space. but in this moment, coming down of the scent of foreign flowers and uncut oxygen whipping around them both in pleasant gusts of wind, well. that's like a bitterly cold splash of water to the face when she'd just been musing over the warm meanings of his song. )
...right.
( i think i originally wrote they took the elevator but this conversation is long af and better suited for a staircase so that's where we are now. magically. and clarke's now glancing towards the descending steps towards the next level specific door. they should... probably part ways. she even opens her mouth to offer some immediate excuse — she's got to go talk to another friend, or suddenly remembered needing to pick something up from somewhere. it would have been a lie artfully crafted too, not that it matters because what comes out of her mouth is — )
I resent that it's like this now. But it's for the best, for most of the people involved. Right?
( none the wiser of what exactly she'd just said, but at least confident in the closing argument vibe being projected, clarke gives a low effort nod. an i understand, because physical motion isn't impeded by the curse. then slides sideways to walk around him and grab hold of the railing and trot down a step. )
You know where to find — ( brain go truth brrr, tongue go waaaah ) — and how to avoid me.
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not that clarke's forgotten, she'd been the one to recently interject the idea of a need for space. but in this moment, coming down of the scent of foreign flowers and uncut oxygen whipping around them both in pleasant gusts of wind, well. that's like a bitterly cold splash of water to the face when she'd just been musing over the warm meanings of his song. )
...right.
( i think i originally wrote they took the elevator but this conversation is long af and better suited for a staircase so that's where we are now. magically. and clarke's now glancing towards the descending steps towards the next level specific door. they should... probably part ways. she even opens her mouth to offer some immediate excuse — she's got to go talk to another friend, or suddenly remembered needing to pick something up from somewhere. it would have been a lie artfully crafted too, not that it matters because what comes out of her mouth is — )
I resent that it's like this now. But it's for the best, for most of the people involved. Right?
( none the wiser of what exactly she'd just said, but at least confident in the closing argument vibe being projected, clarke gives a low effort nod. an i understand, because physical motion isn't impeded by the curse. then slides sideways to walk around him and grab hold of the railing and trot down a step. )
You know where to find — ( brain go truth brrr, tongue go waaaah ) — and how to avoid me.