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only Rita can say he's cute]Oh, you know. Life. Once you turn five, it's the beginning of the end.
[A sarcastic, dry answer, but one with a kernel of truth. Once he was old enough to realize his family stood out for the wrong reasons and why it stood out, resentment festered.]
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Five? Really? ( also damn. even she'd had the disillusionment of comfort and safety for a good ten years past that point. morbid. and sad. she's still looking back to the splayed arrangement of photographs pretty regularly, and after a beat starts collecting them into a neat pile. but — )
Can I keep one of these?
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He looks at the pile again and selects a photo to hand Clarke, wordlessly. It was taken in Sotoba, the Yuuki-Koide family in their new woodworking atelier. His parents are beaming, Natsuno is scowling as usual, the bitterness of moving to the boonies still fresh.
Clarke can have a photo of him as he looks now - as he'll always look. Natsuno won't have to look at it and think about how the workshop was at the end, half-completed furniture forever abandoned, his father's broken shadow wandering around waiting for his dead wife to come back.
See? Everyone wins.]
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first the plain and simple, the selfishly sentimental. the one that's distinctly mizuki shaped, as it seems incredibly likely that he's disappeared right alongside ebalon, jinx, and venti at this point. he'd received a box of photographs once upon a time as well, and clarke is belatedly kicking herself for not asking to keep one of those as well. maybe... maybe they were still around somewhere, and maybe after this she'll look.
and second, the silence is golden so she doesn't have to explain that she so desperately wants to fix this memory hole issue for him that she's going to go back to 108 and spend the next four hours diligently sketching portraits of his parents faces — just in case, just in case that would work. but will probably chicken out on showing natsuno any time soon. she spares a second to truly look at the photograph, to brush a finger over his mothers face. then carefully tucks the image into a pocket.
a beat of silence, then — )
So.
( yeah, it's happening. )
How was hugging Rita the other day?
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How -
[No, nope, he has to get his expression under control first, flustered shock turning into a (still fluster) scowl.
How it was? Freaking embarrassing. Warm. Lovely]
It was our - my business.
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Okaaaay. But you kind of made me party to your business when you were texting me about it.
a true celebrarion
Yeah, because I was drunk. I also told you Jade was a cow.
[Ugh, why is there so much - feeling in his voice? He's so good at staying calm through grief and anger, but now he gets worked up over Rita like an idiot...]
1st AND 1000th in here revi!!!! this friendship off the chains
Jade as a cow didn't spark the need to follow up on, and while I have questions about me as a lion...
( ...she'd rather talk about this.
BUT. not at the expense of every sludgey blood cell rushing to flood his head and making him... pass out or something. it'd be easy to wheedle at and bother, the temptation for that is there too. but clarke's adult enough and kind enough to bite her tongue for a second. to think harder on her words, and come to a compromise she thinks is most respectful. )
We don't have to talk about that, if you don't want to and it makes you uncomfortable. But I'm just... I'm happy for you, Natsuno.
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...it was just a drunk visit...
[Again the embarrassment is speaking. It wasn't just anything, and he can't stop thinking about it. Natsuno looks down at his knees.]
Rita's nice.
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( she still hasn't moved from the floor, but at least now twists until she's sitting with her back to the bed instead of kneeling at it like prayer over heart-wrenching photographs. knees pulled up and forearms resting on them, idly picking at a cuticle with her thumbnail. )
Personally, I think Palamedes is really nice.
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It's not that he's surprised. Natsuno noticed how close they were getting, even if he didn't think much further than noted. Still, the fact he and Clarke are talking about this stuff now is pretty weird.]
He's cool, I guess. [...] I'm happy for you.
[Truly. Clarke deserves nice things. And no, he's not going to examine the hypocrisy of them condemning passengers for nursing dreams only to admit budding romance two minutes later.]
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( a single word that's prim and proper and only a tiny bit weighted because of past experiences. this whole moment does feel a tad weird and awkward, but also a little bit important. they've shared most everything except chosen gods, after all. (clarke would honestly rather die than ever talk about venti with him.)
also take note natsuno, that's how you're supposed to respond when someone says they're happy for you jfc, old enough to date old enough not to be weird about it!!! anyways, something something it's not hypocrisy if their end goal is unchanged or something. )
He's pretty cool for being the sort who reads so much he forgets to eat. ( nerd. )
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Rita does that, too. I think they have more in common than they're willing to admit.
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and because she knows where natsuno ended up after his godwine bender and they're mapping similarities, it feels funny to point out — ) I went back to Tauva after we watched that silly movie. In the end, Pal had to come drag me home and put me to bed. They both care a lot.
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[Maybe they both show their tender side only to certain people. Natsuno fell asleep on the couch hugging Rita, and when he woke up he was covered in a blanket and had a bucket next to his head.]
Rita made her roommate sleep somewhere else that night. He was whining about it.
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so, yeah, sounds like they both managed to find absolute sweethearts that are too smart for their own good and starkly different from their previous dead loves. wild. )
That's sweet of her. When Rita got wasted, I ended up going over the next morning to make sure she ate something and didn't spend the whole day on the bathroom floor. I hope she remembered enough to help you through what had to have been the worst hangover of your life.
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Yeah, she helped. [She held out a water bottle and told him here kitty kitty. He wants to die just thinking about it.] Eating helped, but... the painkillers didn't affect me.
[So yeah. A worst hangover than a human could possibly have.]
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and tragically, the hangover is part of that. but it builds character, or something. but she clocks the color rising in his cheeks and has to literally bite the inside of her cheek in order to prevent her grin from growing too wide. )
Well, you know what they say. Laughter's the best medicine, nothing heals the soul like the company of people you ( love ) care about. I'm glad she was there for you. How long did the headache last?
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[He got used to never being sick. Oh, hardly a week goes by without him getting stabbed, breaking something or otherwise injured, but it never lasted this long.]
When someone gets magical weed, I think I'll pass.
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Oh, weed wasn't that bad. No real hangover to speak of, just the crushing mortification of whatever I remembered saying. ( which is, tragically, most of it. some SAFE examples to speak of: )
I told Jade that his uniform was ugly, Rita that she looked like she was twelve, and Pratt that his soul was the color of fall leaves.
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[No comment on Rita. She doesn't look twelve, thank you very much, she looks like a lovely beautiful genius. How does that song go? Flaming locks of auburn hair, ivory skin and eye of emerald green -
No, stop, keep dissing Jade instead.]
I mean, he's got Pacman on his belt.
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but so plainly telegraphed that she might as well have said "exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point" out loud. )
Oh my god, it is Pacman, isn't it? ( spoken with the low reverence of someone having a life shattering realization. clarke's never been that interested in pacman, but the machine in playback is loud enough it's caught her attention before. the ghosts are cute, but it'd give her too much anxiety to actually play. still, hilarious revelation, and a hand comes up to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
fleeting humor, though. because on the topic of jade curtiss, the more she thinks about that hazy text conversation the more factual tidbits come to mind and — )
You know about his eyes, right?
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He's got weird symbols in them. But I don't think I got to asking him what they are.
[First he was distracted by the Tartarus model, and then by Rita.]
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They're sigils. ( and yanno, she read jade's fonology book and saw some of the sigil work in them, which was large and elaborate and beautiful, and has been occasionally sidetracked in wondering how he got something so complex contained in his iris. high!clarke hadn't thought to ask for specifics. ) He did that to his own eyes when he was a kid, in order to become more powerful. But he messed up applying them, or they were just too rudimentary.
He doesn't need his glasses to see. They just keep his eyes from exploding.
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[Jade had told him and Rita about what kind of kid he was, to clear up a misunderstanding caused by cursed water back in July. Brilliant and arrogant, determined to achieve what others told him was impossible. A boy who got his beloved teacher killed when attempting the impossible, and then tried to fix it by cloning her.
The fact that this boy carved magic sigils into his own irises is unsettling, but hardly surprising.]
I wonder if that's why he barely sleeps. Because his eyes will explode if he's out for too long?
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