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clarke "no chill" griffin ([personal profile] skaikru) wrote in [community profile] station72 2017-08-08 05:52 am (UTC)

( there had never been anything in her world quite like this. a space walk could probably compare to the exhilaration, but clarke had never been geared towards mechanical repairs on the ark, or breaking the law quite...like that. the last time she'd flown through the air had more accurately been falling, jumping from a dam and dropping in the span of ten seconds into the icy water below. past that had been the drop ship, but reentering earth's atmosphere had been rough; rumbling side panels and the drop in her stomach, the whiplash upon the crash landing — none of it came close to the effortless swooping sensation of flying along in shiro's mind.

clarke is caught up in it. presses into the memories, wanting to see more, feel more, fly more. she's squeezing his hand harder than she means to, and leaning in to crowd his personal space as much as she is his conscious. it takes a few more seconds spent enraptured by the size and power of the black lion to realize what she's doing, to start feeling intrusive, and then a sincere and concentrated effort to reign herself in. to sit back, to flex gloved fingers and then tug her hand free. the weight of the thoughts of others folds back in around her, but it's less suffocating than before. )


( I've never seen anything like that before. ) ( seen, felt, experienced. her heart is still hammering solid thunks behind her rib cage, and the adrenaline has served as a very effective pick me up in the face of exhaustion. ) ( Thank you. )

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