( it isn't a comfortable thing, to be marveled at when feeling like you're just doing the bare minimum. krouse laughs and readjusts on the couch, and for a second clarke can feel her back locking up — but he just continues on in his usual fashion, laying it on comically thick. and the answering groove between her eyebrows is nowhere as severe as it could be, the tension interwoven between her spinal chord effectively sliced by humor, even if she cannot muster easy words to deflect in kind. after all, what competition?
but sure, okay, next time she seeks out a potential ally they will be met with more scrutiny. and a little leverage never hurts to have in a back pocket, it just also never felt... necessary here.
here, and here only though. in previous instances, on previous worlds... )
They —
( there is a long, awkward pause after that word slips out unbidden; the beginning of what would be a very long story. they could mean bone marrow drilling mountain recluses she'd left to rot, as easily as they could be the inhabitants of the serena eterna that she'd left rotting in cages. and regardless of which tale she could tell him at this time, clarke is never the hero. her teeth snap together and her lips press tight; there is an self deprecating sort of smile tugging at the edges of her lips, and in the end she admits: )
They were. All of them, just... In their own way, you know? I liked plenty of them, we just happened to be on different sides.
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but sure, okay, next time she seeks out a potential ally they will be met with more scrutiny. and a little leverage never hurts to have in a back pocket, it just also never felt... necessary here.
here, and here only though. in previous instances, on previous worlds... )
They —
( there is a long, awkward pause after that word slips out unbidden; the beginning of what would be a very long story. they could mean bone marrow drilling mountain recluses she'd left to rot, as easily as they could be the inhabitants of the serena eterna that she'd left rotting in cages. and regardless of which tale she could tell him at this time, clarke is never the hero. her teeth snap together and her lips press tight; there is an self deprecating sort of smile tugging at the edges of her lips, and in the end she admits: )
They were. All of them, just... In their own way, you know? I liked plenty of them, we just happened to be on different sides.