( this is possibly the only situation in which she isn't absolutely starving for hand holding. reassuring squeezes of the fingers, similar clamminess of palms to drive home the point she's not alone in whatever anxiety she's currently experiencing. no, in this moment it's like she's the internal level of a motion sensitive bomb, and seeking to diffuse it.
mizuki's back to docile, and clarke nods. )
Okay.
( this is okay, you're fine, it's fine.
but she's still keeping her eyes fixes on mizuki until he inevitably turns and retreats. watches the angle of his shoulders until he's out of sight (without any regard for the boy's propensity to turn invisible and stalk through the shadows) before eventually dropping the hand splayed across bellamy's front and turning to face him. there's a black-blooded flush at the base of her throat, and the most awkwardly pained expression on her face.
no subject
mizuki's back to docile, and clarke nods. )
Okay.
( this is okay, you're fine, it's fine.
but she's still keeping her eyes fixes on mizuki until he inevitably turns and retreats. watches the angle of his shoulders until he's out of sight (without any regard for the boy's propensity to turn invisible and stalk through the shadows) before eventually dropping the hand splayed across bellamy's front and turning to face him. there's a black-blooded flush at the base of her throat, and the most awkwardly pained expression on her face.
immediately, an explanation seems necessary. )
Okay, look...