( thing is, this is probably going to be a pretty memorable moment. not a lot of people are ever willing to go out of their way to give gifts without expecting something in return, and those that do are either labeled reliable or friendly in clarke's mind. gods tend to be... different from people in her experience, but that's hard to draw a line through. regardless, she's staring at him with a mix of caution and awe; give a little fortune turn about to someone with mid- to low-level luck on a good day
it may not be a perfect patchwork over yato's tendency to be forgotten, but she'd at least actively want to remember him now. like finding a water resource in a desert, and trying to never lose your way back to it. far, far too valuable.
and — oh. remember those warnings of people who might take, and take, and take when he offered? ) Um — ( it's only herculean effort that prevents clarke from opening her mouth further and saying something like i want magic. )
No, thank you. This is perfect for now and, yeah, like you said, I'll need to work at it. ( no more experimental sword swings, but a shrug of her shoulder to reference the blade. then, a scant bit rare, but clarke smiles hard. the sort of smile that breaks through purposefully reserved defenses like a mallet; truly excited to the point it can't be contained. she won't even deny the breathy little laugh that follows, nor the weird rush of fulfillment that runs through her nervous system. )
This is so cool... ( she's gonna tell natsuno immediately. )
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it may not be a perfect patchwork over yato's tendency to be forgotten, but she'd at least actively want to remember him now. like finding a water resource in a desert, and trying to never lose your way back to it. far, far too valuable.
and — oh. remember those warnings of people who might take, and take, and take when he offered? ) Um — ( it's only herculean effort that prevents clarke from opening her mouth further and saying something like i want magic. )
No, thank you. This is perfect for now and, yeah, like you said, I'll need to work at it. ( no more experimental sword swings, but a shrug of her shoulder to reference the blade. then, a scant bit rare, but clarke smiles hard. the sort of smile that breaks through purposefully reserved defenses like a mallet; truly excited to the point it can't be contained. she won't even deny the breathy little laugh that follows, nor the weird rush of fulfillment that runs through her nervous system. )
This is so cool... ( she's gonna tell natsuno immediately. )