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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.