( better for all parties involved, really. clarke feels like she can shift to focus more on their questionable surroundings, and imagine it must be a little comforting not to feel quite so bare and vulnerable on his part. handshaking can wait, though; past the ominous nature of this meeting, it's still awkward as hell.
she notes his name. almost says nice to meet you, but that just doesn't track right. again: kidnapping, nudity, vomit, and — no, it's mainly the kidnapping that's rubbing her wrong here. )
More or less. I'm pretty sure I was dying, but now I'm here, and it still feels very... real. ( her face hurts when the salty breeze hits it, and the sun off the waves is burning her eyes. she's breathing, and until proven otherwise, is pretty decided that it's all very real. )
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she notes his name. almost says nice to meet you, but that just doesn't track right. again: kidnapping, nudity, vomit, and — no, it's mainly the kidnapping that's rubbing her wrong here. )
More or less. I'm pretty sure I was dying, but now I'm here, and it still feels very... real. ( her face hurts when the salty breeze hits it, and the sun off the waves is burning her eyes. she's breathing, and until proven otherwise, is pretty decided that it's all very real. )