( clarke opens her mouth with an easy, ready dismissal on the tip of her tongue. despite no necromancer or professional exorcist on board being able to tell her definitively one way or the other, her last few moments on earth had been fraught with burning and choking on her own lungs as they turned inside out. she's still fairly convinced that she did die on the floor or becca's lab, only to be reanimated and turned into a puppet for the captain's entertainment. she didn't survive, or wouldn't have lived for much longer.
but she has some sense of conversational weight. actually a really good knack at shifting past surface topics and grasp at meanings underneath. the focus here isn't on her suspended state between life and death, it's on mizuki's overwhelming — and unearned — kindness. all too wrapped up in hypotheticals, his doctor, and a good guy vs bad guy narrative? perhaps. apparently part sea creature and a cannibal? yeah, that was a red flag. too trusting? bound to be disappointed in her answers about life eventually? unaware of the number of people who've died at her hands, and of how hollow her excuses for taking violent action have started to sound?
the impulse is there, but clarke doesn't tell him he may live to regret their meeting. that's just a fun surprise treat for later, somewhere down the line when aligning himself with clarke griffin follows the same pattern as it always does, and hurts. and she doesn't think he'd take the warning any more seriously than he took her dismissal of heroes. so instead she's fumbling. not blushing, but the picturesque example of confused and self conscious. mouth opened, then closed with a click of her teeth. opened once again, closed, followed by an awkward swallow. then, stilted and cautious — )
I... yeah, me too.
( i guess? idk man, she doesn't know if she means it — hasn't felt the urge to say nice to meet you to anyone here, because it was objectively not nice. but it doesn't feel like there's any other conversational choice here, and clarke griffin and her choices are a saga that continue long after her maybe-death. )
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but she has some sense of conversational weight. actually a really good knack at shifting past surface topics and grasp at meanings underneath. the focus here isn't on her suspended state between life and death, it's on mizuki's overwhelming — and unearned — kindness. all too wrapped up in hypotheticals, his doctor, and a good guy vs bad guy narrative? perhaps. apparently part sea creature and a cannibal? yeah, that was a red flag. too trusting? bound to be disappointed in her answers about life eventually? unaware of the number of people who've died at her hands, and of how hollow her excuses for taking violent action have started to sound?
the impulse is there, but clarke doesn't tell him he may live to regret their meeting. that's just a fun surprise treat for later, somewhere down the line when aligning himself with clarke griffin follows the same pattern as it always does, and hurts. and she doesn't think he'd take the warning any more seriously than he took her dismissal of heroes. so instead she's fumbling. not blushing, but the picturesque example of confused and self conscious. mouth opened, then closed with a click of her teeth. opened once again, closed, followed by an awkward swallow. then, stilted and cautious — )
I... yeah, me too.
( i guess? idk man, she doesn't know if she means it — hasn't felt the urge to say nice to meet you to anyone here, because it was objectively not nice. but it doesn't feel like there's any other conversational choice here, and clarke griffin and her choices are a saga that continue long after her maybe-death. )