( s...till bleeding? stiltedly, clarke brings a hand up to her mouth and runs the pad of a finger across her split lip. drawing it back, sure enough, there's still a streak of black falling into the wells of her fingerprint. her brow is still furrowed in confusion until, absently, her tongue darts out to lick at the tiny wound. and the distinct copper flavor floods her tastebuds and... oh. )
...this is because I bit my lip?
( this, the curtain being sharply drawn on their temporary escape from reality. this, the death of fun and his hasty retreat. clarke doesn't entirely get it — how could she really, ever get it? — but can scent natsuno's sour distaste as well as he can scent her blood in the air. )
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...this is because I bit my lip?
( this, the curtain being sharply drawn on their temporary escape from reality. this, the death of fun and his hasty retreat. clarke doesn't entirely get it — how could she really, ever get it? — but can scent natsuno's sour distaste as well as he can scent her blood in the air. )
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the game.