[clarke has seen worse than a broken arm. a lot worse. she's seen stab wounds, gunshot wounds, poison, radiation burns. she's seen blood pool onto the ground, felt it drench her hands to the point that she'd wondered, more than once, if it would ever wash off. she's seen people she was able to save just in the nick of time, and people she couldn't in spite of all her best efforts.
yet the sight of this child in front of her, with tear stains on his cheeks and fear in his eyes, twists something in her gut.
she's kneeling so that she's at his eye level, one knee steadily sinking into snow. in these temperatures, the leg has long since turned numb, but despite that, despite the fact that every other extremity feels like it's soon to follow, that her teeth are chattering, she remains until he gives the okay to have his arm set. when she speaks, her voice is as gentle as the hand she has on his shoulder.]
Hey. It'll be over before you know it, I promise. [she gives her best reassuring smile.] Ready?
the barrayaran camp;
[spirits are high and the alcohol has been flowing, but clarke has kept mostly to the periphery of the festivities, bent over close to the campfire for warmth. even if there'd been a victory, celebration feels premature; there's a whole war to think about beyond one battle, a bigger picture to keep in mind beyond one night. they should be planning, preparing.
in one instant, though, that line of thought gets put on hold. "i bet you can't drink any of this," a soldier says with a sneer as he approaches her, and she springs up without hesitation. stands toe to toe with the soldier and looks him square in the eye, defiant. she snatches the cup out of his hand, then says:]
Watch me.
[she looks around her for a moment, as if daring anyone else in the vicinity to challenge her, and then takes a big ol' swig.
(she can be fun. yeah.)]
wildcard;
[totally open to anything and everything! if you've got something else in mind you'd like with clarke, feel free to hit me here, or we can hash out via pm c:]
clarke griffin | the 100
[clarke has seen worse than a broken arm. a lot worse. she's seen stab wounds, gunshot wounds, poison, radiation burns. she's seen blood pool onto the ground, felt it drench her hands to the point that she'd wondered, more than once, if it would ever wash off. she's seen people she was able to save just in the nick of time, and people she couldn't in spite of all her best efforts.
yet the sight of this child in front of her, with tear stains on his cheeks and fear in his eyes, twists something in her gut.
she's kneeling so that she's at his eye level, one knee steadily sinking into snow. in these temperatures, the leg has long since turned numb, but despite that, despite the fact that every other extremity feels like it's soon to follow, that her teeth are chattering, she remains until he gives the okay to have his arm set. when she speaks, her voice is as gentle as the hand she has on his shoulder.]
Hey. It'll be over before you know it, I promise. [she gives her best reassuring smile.] Ready?
the barrayaran camp;
[spirits are high and the alcohol has been flowing, but clarke has kept mostly to the periphery of the festivities, bent over close to the campfire for warmth. even if there'd been a victory, celebration feels premature; there's a whole war to think about beyond one battle, a bigger picture to keep in mind beyond one night. they should be planning, preparing.
in one instant, though, that line of thought gets put on hold. "i bet you can't drink any of this," a soldier says with a sneer as he approaches her, and she springs up without hesitation. stands toe to toe with the soldier and looks him square in the eye, defiant. she snatches the cup out of his hand, then says:]
Watch me.
[she looks around her for a moment, as if daring anyone else in the vicinity to challenge her, and then takes a big ol' swig.
(she can be fun. yeah.)]
wildcard;
[totally open to anything and everything! if you've got something else in mind you'd like with clarke, feel free to hit me here, or we can hash out via pm c:]