( with as much thought as clarke is putting toward to idea of sinking into the water in compression shorts and a t-shirt, and for all mat's gently ribbing endorsement, it ultimately just isn't a good idea. that would either mean walking back to their rooms in sopping underclothes, or taking them off and carrying them back within the folds of her cloak to dry somewhere around their shared sleeping quarters and really just )
No. No, it wouldn't be. ( he's right and she's stuck — staring at the rock wall as if it's done her some sort of personal injustice, warring with her reservations. there's a battle of wills between her eyebrows, getting over the initial discomfort facing off with the idea of just ducking out of the warm sauna room before anyone noticed her awkward dawdling when clarke catches mat's hesitance at the edge of her conscious. it earns him a look of mild confusion before his level of partial undress registers, and a rather bemused expression washes over furrows of inner conflict. )
Don't let me keep you.
( and with a slight sigh, getting over herself wins out. after all, who knew? maybe being naked en masse wouldn't feel any more terribly open and awkwardly vulnerable as being a part of each other's conscious stream of thought. perhaps the dark water and alluring scent of lavander bath salts would serve as a decent buffer, and she'd come this far already. while dutifully keeping her gaze on rocks, clarke begins plucking the laces of her vest and lays it atop the growing pile of dusty clothes. )
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No. No, it wouldn't be. ( he's right and she's stuck — staring at the rock wall as if it's done her some sort of personal injustice, warring with her reservations. there's a battle of wills between her eyebrows, getting over the initial discomfort facing off with the idea of just ducking out of the warm sauna room before anyone noticed her awkward dawdling when clarke catches mat's hesitance at the edge of her conscious. it earns him a look of mild confusion before his level of partial undress registers, and a rather bemused expression washes over furrows of inner conflict. )
Don't let me keep you.
( and with a slight sigh, getting over herself wins out. after all, who knew? maybe being naked en masse wouldn't feel any more terribly open and awkwardly vulnerable as being a part of each other's conscious stream of thought. perhaps the dark water and alluring scent of lavander bath salts would serve as a decent buffer, and she'd come this far already. while dutifully keeping her gaze on rocks, clarke begins plucking the laces of her vest and lays it atop the growing pile of dusty clothes. )