( and green, and the purples and pinks found among flowers, and the brown of tree bark, the white of clouds, and the orange of sunset. really the only color clarke probably hates on some visceral level is red. and the darkness of black.
mizuki finishes fastening the bracelet, and clarke gradually drops her arm. it's a strange sensation, something new weighing against her pulse point, but not an unwelcome tether. )
Reminds me of the sky. Back home, I mean, this — ( a gesture to the air around them, this sliver of mysticism built on the captain's whim. ) — I mean, it looks the same, but it's still different.
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( and green, and the purples and pinks found among flowers, and the brown of tree bark, the white of clouds, and the orange of sunset. really the only color clarke probably hates on some visceral level is red. and the darkness of black.
mizuki finishes fastening the bracelet, and clarke gradually drops her arm. it's a strange sensation, something new weighing against her pulse point, but not an unwelcome tether. )
Reminds me of the sky. Back home, I mean, this — ( a gesture to the air around them, this sliver of mysticism built on the captain's whim. ) — I mean, it looks the same, but it's still different.