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clarke "no chill" griffin ([personal profile] skaikru) wrote in [community profile] station72 2017-10-13 06:02 am (UTC)

( there's a snap of disagreement directed at mat; a quick turn of her head and covered eyes that glare all the same. ) Someone died today ( — sharp and pointed, like they need reminding. someone, a man, he'd had a name; they'd never met him, but he'd mattered.

and that's a perfect transition to redirect hissed insistence at rust, teeth tightly locked. )


It could have been you. And if you're stupid enough to go stumbling around out there now, it could still be you.

( is she imagining some horrible scenario where rust wanders off to die, like an old wounded animal seeking safety in solace and suffering? or worse, blatantly into the hands of that ominous, unidentified enemy presence? does the thought of feeling that gutted sensation again, tenfold and made all the worse because she knows him before his passing, scare her heart into her throat?

yes.

are those thoughts just barely slipping through a tight net of self-restraint, folding in on themselves and presenting more forwardly as wavering anger, a scrabbling need to keep all three men where she could see them? (one hundred and two, one hundred and three, one hundred and four)

also yes. )

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