[ There's something about water that threatens to dissolve objects, scenes, human. The element seeps through one's skin, becomes a part of one, to cite that familiar factoid about bodies containing so much water, a strange thought that pulls at the corner of her lips. To think they fuss about contamination of the body and of the mind, but these everyday things go on unnoticed. She lets herself sink when she feels the ripples from Clarke's feet hit against her shoulders, deep enough that the water laps at her chin, arms stretched long on either sides of her body. Eyes closed.
There's also something to be said about the perception of one's standing vis a vis another, that now she doesn't require hostility to feel strong. Knowledge is strength. She opens her eyes to watch the girl when she speaks. ]
Clarke. When you asked me those questions, what did you want to hear?
no subject
There's also something to be said about the perception of one's standing vis a vis another, that now she doesn't require hostility to feel strong. Knowledge is strength. She opens her eyes to watch the girl when she speaks. ]
Clarke. When you asked me those questions, what did you want to hear?