( under such a stern, watchful gaze, there's really nothing else to do besides pop that grape in her mouth and chew. contrary to what her stomach would have her believe, the sensation of juice bursting on her tongue doesn't immediately send clarke into a fit of dry heaving. in fact, it's quite nice. refreshing. she's reaching for a cup of water when lakshmi brings up her — arguably — least favorite broodmate right now, and clarke is forced to pause with her mug halfway to her lips. )
Rust?
( this time, the uncomfortable twinge in her abdomen has little to do with her hangover. there is the most unwelcome urge to steer the conversation elsewhere, to not talk about him, maybe even to leave. a measure of those personal, protective mental barriers start to rise up, and clarke's posture stiffens.
no subject
Rust?
( this time, the uncomfortable twinge in her abdomen has little to do with her hangover. there is the most unwelcome urge to steer the conversation elsewhere, to not talk about him, maybe even to leave. a measure of those personal, protective mental barriers start to rise up, and clarke's posture stiffens.
wary, defensive and low: ) What about him?