( there's really only so much one person can take of having a finger jabbed accusatorily in their face before something in their chest snaps like a wishbone. the two of them really might not ever have a pleasant conversation, but in the midst of this one, clarke's restraint wanes.
rita's up, inclined over the table, pointing angrily — and clarke's suddenly snaking out a hand to wrap around the other girl's forearm and yanking. not to the end of dragging rita over the table and clattering between milkshake cups, but enough to serve as an unpleasantly abrupt shift in center of gravity. grip still tight, clarke takes this opportunity to rise halfway out her bench seat as well, keeping their faces level and leaning closer until there's about a foot between them. angrily burning eyes scorch much more effectively at close distances, chances are they're both going to walk away from this nursing burn wounds. )
You don't have to get it. I don't think anyone ever really knows how far they'd go for the people they care about until they're actively stepping across the line. You don't have to think highly about me, either. Gods know I don't. And you don't have to kill to protect your friends if you're not able to. Just maybe let them know that ahead of time, given the bloody, deadly circumstances we all find ourselves in this time around.
But what you do need to do is expand your sheltered world view and temper your judgements. Or just shut the hell up about things you've never experienced and couldn't possibly understand.
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rita's up, inclined over the table, pointing angrily — and clarke's suddenly snaking out a hand to wrap around the other girl's forearm and yanking. not to the end of dragging rita over the table and clattering between milkshake cups, but enough to serve as an unpleasantly abrupt shift in center of gravity. grip still tight, clarke takes this opportunity to rise halfway out her bench seat as well, keeping their faces level and leaning closer until there's about a foot between them. angrily burning eyes scorch much more effectively at close distances, chances are they're both going to walk away from this nursing burn wounds. )
You don't have to get it. I don't think anyone ever really knows how far they'd go for the people they care about until they're actively stepping across the line. You don't have to think highly about me, either. Gods know I don't. And you don't have to kill to protect your friends if you're not able to. Just maybe let them know that ahead of time, given the bloody, deadly circumstances we all find ourselves in this time around.
But what you do need to do is expand your sheltered world view and temper your judgements. Or just shut the hell up about things you've never experienced and couldn't possibly understand.