( don't worry about it somehow registering as ominous and she's not entirely sure why. maybe because that's clarke's general vibe every time a magician looks at her too closely when she asks them questions about power and blood sigils — just don't worry about it guys! nothing bad ever came from a mortal coveting magic everything, and routinely getting it. )
...okay.
( it's really hard to resist taking the sword in hand when offered to her so easily. there's a beat of hesitation, as she stares at the hilt half expecting it to erupt in flames and burn deeper than rita mordio's fireballs (the scar from which is still relatively fresh, healed but shiny on the portion of her left arm that a three-quarter sleeve doesn't cover). but if there's anything humanity does well, it's impulsive risk-taking.
clarke eventually puts her hand around the pommel, and whenever yato lets go, adopts a more traditional hold. still wary, though, and checking the blade over for any foreign markings or magical tells. )
You didn't say anything? Or swing it a specific way? There's not like, a button?
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...okay.
( it's really hard to resist taking the sword in hand when offered to her so easily. there's a beat of hesitation, as she stares at the hilt half expecting it to erupt in flames and burn deeper than rita mordio's fireballs (the scar from which is still relatively fresh, healed but shiny on the portion of her left arm that a three-quarter sleeve doesn't cover). but if there's anything humanity does well, it's impulsive risk-taking.
clarke eventually puts her hand around the pommel, and whenever yato lets go, adopts a more traditional hold. still wary, though, and checking the blade over for any foreign markings or magical tells. )
You didn't say anything? Or swing it a specific way? There's not like, a button?