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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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That's what I asked.
( asked and, luckily through text it could be interpreted as curiosity instead of the sudden rush of confusion, enlightenment, and most pressingly concern that made up that whole section of their conversation. now, sober at least, clarke can recount the information with a detached, matter-of-fact air.
eyes, world, friends... she just doesn't like things exploding. )
I think he said... eight hours without, migraines. Three days, eyes exploded. It'd be a gradual sort of thing, magic destabilizing and getting progressively worse without mitigators.
( ... )
He only has one pair of glasses.
( okay, not all the concern can be left out. clarke does visibly wince here, and looks sidelong at natsuno with that want for action: i don't like that fact and want to do something about it. )
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Did he tell you how he made the glasses? Maybe it's enough to get a pair from sundries and imbibe it with the right magic.
[Privately, Natsuno decides to ask Jade about replicating the glasses. He loves Clarke, but fomicry and Jade's issues with it aren't his to discuss with anyone else.]
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He said he doesn't have the tools necessary to replicate them here. That he could do suppressive sigils by hand, but they'd need to be reupped every few hours. Then I suggested he ask Friday to specifically look for something he could use in the refuse she gifts us, but... He mostly seemed unbothered about it.
Like always.
Which is ridiculous, I don't know how someone could not be more concerned about the only thing standing in the way of losing their eyes being a flimsy piece of eyewear.
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[He still remembers how Jade's awful jokes helped calm him down when Clarke was stabbed. As long as Jade can provide blithe commentary, things aren't totally hopeless.]
Maybe there's something he wasn't telling you? You were high when you questioned him.
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But, there's probably plenty of things he doesn't tell me. ( pointedly implied: or you. or any of them, though hopefully none so damaging as the island adventure or his preemptive suspicion of possessions that was never candidly spoken aloud.
then, just a shrug. )
If you ever ask him about it, tell me what he says. I worry.