( well. when has clarke ever denied someone fuel for their rage fire, and ammunition to their fury firearm.
he hits it in one blow, though. no matter how much they smoothed over past hurts to be able to continue on as friendlies here, it's still a sore subject. it's put a strain on their relationship, not to mention mizuki's others, and there's a part of her that would be happy to let that whole situation remain where it's been buried. but — even without the same compulsion to follow orders — he's telling. not asking.
silence reigns for a moment. then a classic clarke griffin deflection: )
Don't waste your energy being mad over that, Mizuki. I've been threatened plenty in life, and Jinx scares me the least.
( not like she can say the other girl's all bark and no bite anymore, though. details on who technically triggered the bomb in the shed are messy, and clarke is incredibly biased but feels firmly planted in her conviction that none of that would have ever happened without jinx's threats, stalking, and harmless but incessant pranking. another beat of silence, then: )
You really want to know more?
( and presuming he doesn't shy away or put up some loud proclaim about changing his mind, clarke'll sigh and set about digging in the dregs of her memory. )
Back in the desert but before the race, she got into my car, locked the doors, and said she'd heard I'd apparently been having "fun with one of hers, a fairy in particular". So, you know, Venti. And that she wanted to shoot me every single place he'd ever touched me, but had changed her mind about that. Said she tried not to be controlling over "her" people, but that she saw him first and thus she called the shots.
( at least with mizuki's head on her shoulder, they're not having this conversation face to face. clarke can focus off in the distance, as one of the fluorescent lightbulbs in the back corner of the infirmary flickers and casts a creepy lightshow on the tiled wall. her voice is flat and unenthusiastic )
...and she called you gross. Said she'd been allowing you and him to happen. And that if my goal had been to break the two of you up, she was here for it. But if I ever wanted to do it again, I needed to ask her permission. And just —
( she sighs around a ragged exhale. she hates every second of this, and now drops the hand that'd been raised and toying with his hair; fiddles her fingers in her lap uncomfortable, picking beneath one nail with another. )
...I'm perfectly content to stay as far away from Venti as the ship allows for your benefit and peace of mind. But hers? ...I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do something horribly petty and vindictive in that moment. I didn't like how she talked about him; he's not a pet, and she's not his owner. I know they're friends, but to dress up obsessive control and call it love...?
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he hits it in one blow, though. no matter how much they smoothed over past hurts to be able to continue on as friendlies here, it's still a sore subject. it's put a strain on their relationship, not to mention mizuki's others, and there's a part of her that would be happy to let that whole situation remain where it's been buried. but — even without the same compulsion to follow orders — he's telling. not asking.
silence reigns for a moment. then a classic clarke griffin deflection: )
Don't waste your energy being mad over that, Mizuki. I've been threatened plenty in life, and Jinx scares me the least.
( not like she can say the other girl's all bark and no bite anymore, though. details on who technically triggered the bomb in the shed are messy, and clarke is incredibly biased but feels firmly planted in her conviction that none of that would have ever happened without jinx's threats, stalking, and harmless but incessant pranking. another beat of silence, then: )
You really want to know more?
( and presuming he doesn't shy away or put up some loud proclaim about changing his mind, clarke'll sigh and set about digging in the dregs of her memory. )
Back in the desert but before the race, she got into my car, locked the doors, and said she'd heard I'd apparently been having "fun with one of hers, a fairy in particular". So, you know, Venti. And that she wanted to shoot me every single place he'd ever touched me, but had changed her mind about that. Said she tried not to be controlling over "her" people, but that she saw him first and thus she called the shots.
( at least with mizuki's head on her shoulder, they're not having this conversation face to face. clarke can focus off in the distance, as one of the fluorescent lightbulbs in the back corner of the infirmary flickers and casts a creepy lightshow on the tiled wall. her voice is flat and unenthusiastic )
...and she called you gross. Said she'd been allowing you and him to happen. And that if my goal had been to break the two of you up, she was here for it. But if I ever wanted to do it again, I needed to ask her permission. And just —
( she sighs around a ragged exhale. she hates every second of this, and now drops the hand that'd been raised and toying with his hair; fiddles her fingers in her lap uncomfortable, picking beneath one nail with another. )
...I'm perfectly content to stay as far away from Venti as the ship allows for your benefit and peace of mind. But hers? ...I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do something horribly petty and vindictive in that moment. I didn't like how she talked about him; he's not a pet, and she's not his owner. I know they're friends, but to dress up obsessive control and call it love...?