something magical happens when you're hopped up on fury, grief, and murderous intent — and sometimes you say things that would never see the light of day in normal conversation. clarke's told...maybe natsuno about that particular interaction, and even then it'd never been recounted in specific, exact details. she'd probably used it as stabilizing ground, a testament to the fact their mutual emotional support vampire wasn't the only person jinx wanted to kill. and a few days ago, when clarke had been screaming in natsuno's face about what an idiot he was; how she would have gladly aggravated jinx on purpose if that'd get her to switch the eye of her murderous intent onto clarke, that conversation had been the one she'd been internally consulting for how best that could be done.
but oh well, cat's out of the bag.
mizuki cuddles up, slots his face against the rounding edge of her shoulder, and thus gets to feel how to bone works in its socket when she raises that same arm enough to pet his hair. she doesn't want to have this conversation. and thus sanitizes and downplays. )
Oh, you know. Just that she'd kill me. Something-something, I was bad for "her people", and she wouldn't allow that.
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something magical happens when you're hopped up on fury, grief, and murderous intent — and sometimes you say things that would never see the light of day in normal conversation. clarke's told...maybe natsuno about that particular interaction, and even then it'd never been recounted in specific, exact details. she'd probably used it as stabilizing ground, a testament to the fact their mutual emotional support vampire wasn't the only person jinx wanted to kill. and a few days ago, when clarke had been screaming in natsuno's face about what an idiot he was; how she would have gladly aggravated jinx on purpose if that'd get her to switch the eye of her murderous intent onto clarke, that conversation had been the one she'd been internally consulting for how best that could be done.
but oh well, cat's out of the bag.
mizuki cuddles up, slots his face against the rounding edge of her shoulder, and thus gets to feel how to bone works in its socket when she raises that same arm enough to pet his hair. she doesn't want to have this conversation. and thus sanitizes and downplays. )
Oh, you know. Just that she'd kill me. Something-something, I was bad for "her people", and she wouldn't allow that.