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clarke "no chill" griffin ([personal profile] skaikru) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway 2022-05-13 02:35 am (UTC)

Hey, Clarke sleeps!

...sometimes. Usually once she's surpassed the brink of absolute exhaustion, and only for a few hours at a time. And usually with little more than a few blankets dragged onto the floor because the bedding itself is too soft, so the pillows are safe. There's a light scoff above Ava's head at the implication, but even drunk off her ass, Clarke can recognize her argument would be weak and flawed. So she eventually just shrugs, mostly with the half of her body not sandwiched against the other woman so as to not dislodge her.

"I did. I flew that time, isn't that —" Cool? People don't do that where she comes from unless it's a zero-gravity space walk with the constant threat of ancient helmets cracking and sucking every trace of oxygen from one's lungs. Still worth it, as she's been told, but scary.

But anyway, in a world where people can meld through the walls, she doesn't imagine flying is all that novel. One more partial shrug, as if to excuse her childish exuberance.

"Didn't find anything really useful, though. Did you know there are actual gods here, though?"

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