( she wakes up the morning of the 8th-ish feeling... weird. not a hangover like the one that follows drinking too much alcohol, and not the grogginess that one experiences post-finally sleeping after so much time spent awake. it's honestly a pretty comfortable feeling, even if her eyes itch and her throat is sore from smoke. clarke just lays comfortably in her couch bed for a few minutes, blinking at the ceiling and for once not looking for monsters in the early morning shadows of her room.
then memory serves, and humiliation runs rampant. first and foremost in her mind is hitting aggressively on palamedes sextus, and honestly that takes up most of the space she has for thought. natsuno, rita, sharky, pratt... those conversations had been a little wild too but she'd not gone out of her way to try to sleep with them. faintly aware she'd texted jade curtiss as well, but remembers sums that hazed experience up as silly questions and... a threat to destroy him in a snowball fight? what.
she's up and showered and dressed by 9am, and debating how best to apologize to pal when her phone buzzes. with healthy trepidation, it's picked up and the shiptalk app opened. while the new message isn't anything too harsh, clarke scrolls up and —
was one evening of feeling nice and calm and happy really worth the aftermath? gods help her. )
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then memory serves, and humiliation runs rampant. first and foremost in her mind is hitting aggressively on palamedes sextus, and honestly that takes up most of the space she has for thought. natsuno, rita, sharky, pratt... those conversations had been a little wild too but she'd not gone out of her way to try to sleep with them. faintly aware she'd texted jade curtiss as well, but remembers sums that hazed experience up as silly questions and... a threat to destroy him in a snowball fight? what.
she's up and showered and dressed by 9am, and debating how best to apologize to pal when her phone buzzes. with healthy trepidation, it's picked up and the shiptalk app opened. while the new message isn't anything too harsh, clarke scrolls up and —
was one evening of feeling nice and calm and happy really worth the aftermath? gods help her. )
I'm alive.
And I'm sorry.