( sure, staring up in the general vicinity of the sun would have been excruciatingly painful after a few moments, even if they'd both been wearing sun glasses. but that's not the reason clarke eventually allows her eyes to close as well. some measure of trust got broken five days ago, some amount of resentment and frustration still simmers on the back burner of her heart. but let her pick one person to lay beside on a slowly crumbling death cruise and trust to have her back, and she'd still pick natsuno. he is one of, like, three people she's okay with not being constantly on edge around. and bitter about shiki powers or not, he'd still be the first to know if there was any threat to them around besides a sunburn.
and, really, isn't it always easier to talk to someone you're latently mad at when you don't have to look at them? instead the inside of her eyelids are painted a decadent shade of orange, and she can bemusedly continue — )
It'll be fine. Tell him it's either this, or traipsing around singing praise to Stede Bonnet as loudly as we can, and I bet he'll rework his definition of a "nuisance" real quick.
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( sure, staring up in the general vicinity of the sun would have been excruciatingly painful after a few moments, even if they'd both been wearing sun glasses. but that's not the reason clarke eventually allows her eyes to close as well. some measure of trust got broken five days ago, some amount of resentment and frustration still simmers on the back burner of her heart. but let her pick one person to lay beside on a slowly crumbling death cruise and trust to have her back, and she'd still pick natsuno. he is one of, like, three people she's okay with not being constantly on edge around. and bitter about shiki powers or not, he'd still be the first to know if there was any threat to them around besides a sunburn.
and, really, isn't it always easier to talk to someone you're latently mad at when you don't have to look at them? instead the inside of her eyelids are painted a decadent shade of orange, and she can bemusedly continue — )
It'll be fine. Tell him it's either this, or traipsing around singing praise to Stede Bonnet as loudly as we can, and I bet he'll rework his definition of a "nuisance" real quick.