( as penance for the (very very provoked) unprovoked pillow attack, clarke accepts the fact she's going to get a pillow to the face and doesn't make a move to prevent it. a mild, muffled oof sounds from behind feathers and fabric upon impact, but she subsequently gathers both pillows into her lap. curls up a little bit on the couch; feet off the floor, legs curled in, hugging goose down or whatever the stuffing in these things actually is. clarke settles a bit.
also glosses over the particulars of zelos wilder for now, and whatever proclivities he may have had. she's got a point to make here about — )
It always comes down to timing, doesn't it? You could meet the love of your life at the wrong moment and miss them entirely because of outside circumstances. If a thousand people are depending on you at the time, it's just not possible to invest in one specific person.
( but that's not really what you were saying now, was it clarke... she takes a moment to recenter, and exhales in a little huff before producing ~examples~ )
If the Ark had been sustainable for another 100 years like it was supposed to, Wells and I probably would have gotten married and had a child, and died as just two other unremarkable members of a transitional generation. But the Ark failed and we needed to survive on the ground, and I met Finn. But it never felt like there was time for anything real until Charlotte killed Wells, then killed herself. ( she knows rita spent a brief amount of time in her memory by this point, and to save having to play catch-up or provide other (more painful) backstories, clarke skips ahead. )
I probably wouldn't have ever kissed Palamedes if we'd managed to find anything useful in the desert, but we didn't. I was frustrated, tired, so sweaty, and he was... there. ( with all his admirable glory and indescribable grey eyes. ) I never would have asked Zelos to prom if Pal hadn't disappeared after the Labyrinth. And if I'd managed to kill the Captain way back at the Battle Royale party, Venti never would have come by my room while I was feeling weak and useless.
( the common theme here is Big Bad Emotions = Sex, but clarke ain't ready to acknowledge that let alone spell it out for rita. so she just shrugs, as if she's made her point here instead of actually letting an additional piece of well-kept information slip out. )
cw: the 100 (aka murder & suicide mentions)
also glosses over the particulars of zelos wilder for now, and whatever proclivities he may have had. she's got a point to make here about — )
It always comes down to timing, doesn't it? You could meet the love of your life at the wrong moment and miss them entirely because of outside circumstances. If a thousand people are depending on you at the time, it's just not possible to invest in one specific person.
( but that's not really what you were saying now, was it clarke... she takes a moment to recenter, and exhales in a little huff before producing ~examples~ )
If the Ark had been sustainable for another 100 years like it was supposed to, Wells and I probably would have gotten married and had a child, and died as just two other unremarkable members of a transitional generation. But the Ark failed and we needed to survive on the ground, and I met Finn. But it never felt like there was time for anything real until Charlotte killed Wells, then killed herself. ( she knows rita spent a brief amount of time in her memory by this point, and to save having to play catch-up or provide other (more painful) backstories, clarke skips ahead. )
I probably wouldn't have ever kissed Palamedes if we'd managed to find anything useful in the desert, but we didn't. I was frustrated, tired, so sweaty, and he was... there. ( with all his admirable glory and indescribable grey eyes. ) I never would have asked Zelos to prom if Pal hadn't disappeared after the Labyrinth. And if I'd managed to kill the Captain way back at the Battle Royale party, Venti never would have come by my room while I was feeling weak and useless.
( the common theme here is Big Bad Emotions = Sex, but clarke ain't ready to acknowledge that let alone spell it out for rita. so she just shrugs, as if she's made her point here instead of actually letting an additional piece of well-kept information slip out. )
So, see? Timing matters.