[Clarke's open palm explodes across his face so hard his ears are ringing, or maybe it's because he's stunned. He really shouldn't be, not when she already slapped him twice and has been this entire conversation, but somehow there's always room for Clarke Griffin to escalate.
Natsuno's hand flies to his chest like he's going to grab her wrist and yank away from his shirt, but doesn't. The hand drops and he ends up staring down at her furious expression. His own can be very charitably described as a glower, if he didn't look so miserable while at it.]
Why should anyone else decide if it's acceptable -
[The words dissolve into a frustrated growl mid-sentence, because the hypocrisy is starting to get hard to ignore. That's why, that's exactly why he didn't want to get attached again but did anyway, and this time they have the fucking gall to not disappoint him and actually fight like he is more important than anything - ]
( own it, you owe them that — you have to be alive to continue loathing the hypocrisy. so hate it, live with that, and deal with it. )
If you can't decide you matter, I'll do it for you. You do.
( and then her fingers start to slowly unfurl from their death grip on his shirt. and the proximity of grabbing at his front dissolves into another shove, but it's half hearted at best. then silence. then — )
...I love you, Natsuno. But I'm so fucking angry with you, right now I don't want to look at your face.
( find her tomorrow. or let her find you. right now, she's finally taking a step back towards the door. )
[Somehow that half-hearted shove hurts just as much as the slaps, the yells, the angry spittle. Maybe because she looks so... deflated.
He wants to say I can't blame you or even I love you too, but he doesn't. He's so tired. Maybe it's better to get some space for now.
Natsuno will think about what she said, though. He was never good at following anyone else's decisions, but... maybe he can listen to her on this one.]
( sometimes, she makes good decisions that should be listened to.
and sometimes, silence is the best option anyone can take. it's better he says nothing, and better that she turns to leave before either hitting him again or dissolving into a puddle of tears and snot. it's better he doesn't return the i love you in this moment, because there's only so much of that she could take to heart after this stunt and the anxious fear of being left behind that had set in when he didn't immediately resurrect.
so, yes. space. and after a couple steps backwards, and the resounding, weighted silence between them continuing, clarke turns on her heel and storms out of 109. can these doors slam? they're on hinges, right? she's slamming the shit out of this door in her wake. )
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Natsuno's hand flies to his chest like he's going to grab her wrist and yank away from his shirt, but doesn't. The hand drops and he ends up staring down at her furious expression. His own can be very charitably described as a glower, if he didn't look so miserable while at it.]
Why should anyone else decide if it's acceptable -
[The words dissolve into a frustrated growl mid-sentence, because the hypocrisy is starting to get hard to ignore. That's why, that's exactly why he didn't want to get attached again but did anyway, and this time they have the fucking gall to not disappoint him and actually fight like he is more important than anything - ]
I want to agree with you. And I hate it.
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( own it, you owe them that — you have to be alive to continue loathing the hypocrisy. so hate it, live with that, and deal with it. )
If you can't decide you matter, I'll do it for you. You do.
( and then her fingers start to slowly unfurl from their death grip on his shirt. and the proximity of grabbing at his front dissolves into another shove, but it's half hearted at best. then silence. then — )
...I love you, Natsuno. But I'm so fucking angry with you, right now I don't want to look at your face.
( find her tomorrow. or let her find you. right now, she's finally taking a step back towards the door. )
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He wants to say I can't blame you or even I love you too, but he doesn't. He's so tired. Maybe it's better to get some space for now.
Natsuno will think about what she said, though. He was never good at following anyone else's decisions, but... maybe he can listen to her on this one.]
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and sometimes, silence is the best option anyone can take. it's better he says nothing, and better that she turns to leave before either hitting him again or dissolving into a puddle of tears and snot. it's better he doesn't return the i love you in this moment, because there's only so much of that she could take to heart after this stunt and the anxious fear of being left behind that had set in when he didn't immediately resurrect.
so, yes. space. and after a couple steps backwards, and the resounding, weighted silence between them continuing, clarke turns on her heel and storms out of 109. can these doors slam? they're on hinges, right? she's slamming the shit out of this door in her wake. )