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( shiptalk | direct messages | group messages | action )
( shiptalk | direct messages | group messages | action )
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…
There is one small thing about it. It doesn’t work on Ebalon. He can just heal it as instantly as it kicks in. [ Different from the antidote, that takes a minute to alleviate the poor sucker that deals with it. ] I don’t assume that you’d try anything with him again, of course, but I have to cover my bases! I’m sure you understand.
And I’m sure you also understand that if you tried anyway, that’s a bridge burned?
[ It’s… not not a threat, Mizuki supposes, but it’s not like there’s any other way to phrase this. On the one hand, he’s seen her try to take the reins during the battle royale. He’s seen her heroic attitude during Jenny’s rampage and at the diner. But for Ebalon? He knows neither were in the right for their fight at laser tag, but he does have to warn the person who started it more than the person that retaliated.
So he is.
But there’s something of a sympathetic smile after. ]
Just to be clear, I am not saying “if he does something bad, I expect him to get away with it.” I’m quite sick of hearing that myself~. Rather that… if something bad does happen, you should let me handle it in that instance.
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both eyebrows arch as mizuki talks, then gradually lower, and she gives him a concise nod of acknowledgement. understood.
doubts niggle in the back of clarke's head about his last point, but they must be more thoroughly chewed over before being spoken aloud. so instead, on the tail end of mizuki's ground rule declarations, slowly and carefully; )
I don't have any intention to hurt Ebalon. But looks like we both have a people we're willing to burn bridges over, do I need to list out mine? ( it's pretty concise. natsuno and palamedes. and, if actually asked to spell it all out aloud, tacked on at the end would be jade curtiss and rita mordio. doesn't matter how little she can stand them on a day to day basis, they're still who she'd gone to for help. )
And after what the two of you did — ( a hand comes up, and clarke gestures two circles in the direction of her own irises; the ring. ) — can I really trust you can be impartial in a situation like that?
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And of course. I never thought otherwise. Hell, I would gladly go to bat for you if it came down to it as well. [ Very few bridges he wouldn't burn for her, really, even despite everything. Clarke is still important to him. Hence why he's here, and… even this conversation. Preventions put in place to make sure he doesn't need to cut ties. He really, really wants to make sure he doesn't have to. ] I think it's a lovely thing to have people you're willing to do anything for, you know. That's… sort of why I want you to have this. If you can use it to protect our loved ones — and I know you can — then that's all I care about.
[ There's also the fact that he's still seething a bit at both of his boyfriends for their reactions about this whole mess. It might be a little petty to respond to what he thinks is punishment for his wrongdoings while Jinx is absolved so easily for hers with literally giving a warlord some Madness Juice, but… maybe he also doesn't mind being petty. Maybe he thinks it's warranted. Maybe he believes fully that if someone else does something that is so undoubtedly wrong, that they deserve it. And he still trusts Clarke to make that judgement. ]
… I suppose you don't have to take my word for it, but I know that he knows I don't take a betrayal of trust like that lightly. I already know what it feels like to lose that part of him I have. [ Fairly recently, thanks to his death, actually. So— ] If I have to stay that way, so be it.
[ Mizuki puts his hands in his lap now, giving a little hum. This is mostly private. The door is closed. Not even the wind can hear them. Just them and the buzzing fluorescent lights. So: ]
If it’s alright, can I talk to you about something else, too? If you got the time…
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she might never understand him entirely. may have purposefully avoided him for a solid chunk of time as of late. will never understand his inclination towards ebalon, and his willingness to forgive on the surface, which deeply juxtaposes her inability to heal over old wounds completely. but he'd come when she called, jumped without her ever having to dictate how high, and now puts an inhumane method of torture in her hands with his blessing and assurance she'll use it for good.
if i have to stay that way, so be it.
— and he's a stronger person than she. clarke doesn't think she could do what he's promising. )
Hmmm. ( it's a hum of concession. the hour is late, she doesn't sleep much as is made plain by the deep purple semi-circles that decorate beneath her eyes. the lights are humming, they make strange shadows on the mangled teeth of an ancient bone saw laying out on the counter to their left. there's nowhere better to be, nowhere she'd rather be than sitting on a gurney beside mizuki in this moment — no matter what's about to come out of his mouth. i've got time. )
Shoot.
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Somehow, he does.
Even despite his earlier threats to Clarke, he feels no less distant to her. He leans into her, head against her shoulder, and hands loosely holding on to whatever amount of sleeve they could hold onto. ]
When we were… looking for Jinx, at her door… you said she threatened you with some stuff. Can you… can you tell me what she said? …Please?
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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.
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If you remember any more it… tell me. [ No asking this time, though he doesn’t say it harshly. ] I can… put together what it was about.
[ He also figures she’s likely to have found out through eavesdropping on when he and Venti talked about it. Because the idiot decided to mention it when the door was still wide ass open!! Even though that’s not correct, it’s the only thing that makes the most sense to Mizuki. How else would she have found out? ]
… I’m not mad about it anymore if that’s what you’re worried about. But I’m sure as hell mad that she threatened you over it.
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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...?
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He listens to her patiently, though, only giving a nod when she asks if he really wants to know more. Of course he does. Anything he can have to keep the fire going will just be a reminder for him. This helps, he thinks. It helps because he can at least understand her a little better, too. He's good at psychoanalyzing people, after all. Even sociopaths.
Though, instead of analyzing anything, he just gets pissed. It doesn't show as clearly on his face or his body language, as he remains pretty relaxed overall. But there's a bitter taste in his mouth that he can't quite get out. All of it was infuriating, really. He could care less about being called gross, but the fact that she'd threatened to shoot Clarke like that — that she entertained herself with the thought? That she "allowed" Venti to be with him as if it wasn't his choice?? Oh, it makes his skin crawl. On the one hand, it's funny, because Mizuki knows he's fairly possessive himself. On the other, that just makes it worse, doesn't it? That something like this makes him sick?
The hum of the lights fills the room for a moment, while Mizuki tries to collect his thoughts. He has to say something that isn't hateful and bitter. He's trying to do better about this… He removes his hands from her sleeve to reach over to take hers. Partly to get her to stop picking at her nails, but also just… so he can hold her hands. ]
… When I… When we first started dating, I called him "my love". He immediately got worried about this, because it had "my" in it.
[ He wants to say "there's no way that he'd let that shit fly if he knew," but anxiety and doubt don't let him. Venti's so much more lenient with her than him, after all. It's sort of the whole reason why he's so frustrated with both his boyfriends being so strict with him, yet lax with her. Or, what it feels like, anyway. He can tell himself until he's blue in the face that he's blowing things out of proportion, or he's just angry, or that it's a misunderstanding, but… ]
I… I'm really sorry that you had to deal with just… hearing that. And for her to decide to make any of that… [ your fault, when it wasn't— ] her business…
…
Did she say anything else?
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( her stomach is in pieces, but her nailbeds are safe thanks to the timely intervention of mizuki's fingers over hers. clarke's hands are cold and clammy, and still twitch occasionally in the envelopment of his. )
...that was later, at the beach. I was absolutely wasted off that salamander rum, and Jinx... She seemed over it, kept talking about how much she loved Ekko. ( insert a placeholder in the investigation thread where clarke inevitably raps her gun on jinx's cabin door and pretty directly threatens ekko's life. ) And that's where I tried to warn her off Natsuno; told her there'd be consequences. That whatever she'd been hoping to accomplish by winning the game was stupid, and months ago.
"I'll let ya know when I'm good and ready to let bygones be bygones." That's what she said to me, but I chalked it up to be as useless a threat as her previous ones, and I was wrong. ( yes she knows the specifics are wonky, but holds firm that natsuno never would have blown himself up without jinx tailing after him for half a year. she's still directly responsible for all of this in clarke's book. ) Then we had to deal with all of that. And —
...guess I'm a hypocrite. I'd fill her full of holes for my people, too.