(I guess we're all a little out of our comfort zones.)
( are they though? are they really? clarke is still putting all her artistry to good use, and drawing uncomfortable parallels between the station and the ark, between mount weather and the mission on hyrypia. it's all so beyond what she has the scope to understand, but the meat of the conflict is eerily similar enough to leave a bad taste on her tongue. to exhaust her simply by imagining all the ways things could go wrong. there is a pang of homesickness that isn't really homesickness. at least in her world, the threat looming above their heads had been known. the plan they'd had to defeat alie had been dangerous, haphazard and desperate. but at least they'd been doing something more than sitting in an outdoor amphitheater and making casual conversation.
she's withdrawing from aloy mentally before she really means to. buttoning up what limited control over her thoughts she has, shifting her feet against the ground like she's ready to rise. but first, there is a a proper goodbye. clarke turns bodily to the other woman; offers an inclination of her head, the impression of an otherwise unseen smile. )
(It was nice to meet you, Aloy. But I think I should get back to the rooms.)
( it's not entirely to avoid any further awkward rushes of emotion when the conversation inevitably drags back around to lexa. clarke hadn't slept on the station, hadn't eaten. and she had a lot to ponder and digest before trying to get some rest. )
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( are they though? are they really? clarke is still putting all her artistry to good use, and drawing uncomfortable parallels between the station and the ark, between mount weather and the mission on hyrypia. it's all so beyond what she has the scope to understand, but the meat of the conflict is eerily similar enough to leave a bad taste on her tongue. to exhaust her simply by imagining all the ways things could go wrong. there is a pang of homesickness that isn't really homesickness. at least in her world, the threat looming above their heads had been known. the plan they'd had to defeat alie had been dangerous, haphazard and desperate. but at least they'd been doing something more than sitting in an outdoor amphitheater and making casual conversation.
she's withdrawing from aloy mentally before she really means to. buttoning up what limited control over her thoughts she has, shifting her feet against the ground like she's ready to rise. but first, there is a a proper goodbye. clarke turns bodily to the other woman; offers an inclination of her head, the impression of an otherwise unseen smile. )
( It was nice to meet you, Aloy. But I think I should get back to the rooms. )
( it's not entirely to avoid any further awkward rushes of emotion when the conversation inevitably drags back around to lexa. clarke hadn't slept on the station, hadn't eaten. and she had a lot to ponder and digest before trying to get some rest. )