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[His eyes? Natsuno looks confused for a moment, before a hazy memory resurfaces: Jade blocking his way out of the cabin to check his vitals. He peered into Natsuno's eyes, and Natsuno stared back until he noticed - ]

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.]

( it feels par for the course that natsuno always knows some facet of what she's talking about, which makes him the easiest person to infodump on. so he's actually noticed the symbols, and she's got the insight behind them. )

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.

...of course he'd do something like this.

[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?

( tfw i realize she probably doesn't know about that tidbit of information....... )

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. )

[He looks back at Clarke, pursing his lips to a thin line. You're right. We should do something.]

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.]

( again, a thought that had occurred to clarke as well. which unfortunately means she's no hope to offer him in this matter, and just shakes her head with a sigh. )

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.

It's Jade, I'd be more worried if he did look bothered.

[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.

We talked again the next morning. ( it was actually kinda sweet, he'd texted just to see if she was alive. but at that moment, and still to this moment right now, most of what clarke had felt was mortification. she was better than lackadaisical text messages at 3am and shitty book-based innuendos! better than relaxing and having an actual calm evening. how dare she slip so far... )

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.

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