( oh what's that? sarcastic statements that didn't really call for a response? in a room full of people, half openly gaping at those stepping towards the left hand door, and the rest an awkward jumble of excitement and internal anguish that are just begging to be released via snappy backtalk? not happening.
not that clarke has any moral high ground to stand on, she's made the same choice here. has her reasons, has her vaguely formulating plans, has her war with her conscious playing out on the space between her eyebrows, and is sure they differ from everyone else's. but in the end they're standing by the same door. she's just not bothering to fake a smile about it.
her face is red with a solid mixture of frustration and emotional duress, and her eyes are swimming with tears that just won't let up, but haven't insisted on making tracks down the dirt and sweat caked on her cheeks just yet. her chest is bloody from collar bone down to the hem of her shirt, and it still looks wet. long story short, she's a great big hot mess right now, and has no interest in his sardonic anecdotes. )
speeches!
( oh what's that? sarcastic statements that didn't really call for a response? in a room full of people, half openly gaping at those stepping towards the left hand door, and the rest an awkward jumble of excitement and internal anguish that are just begging to be released via snappy backtalk? not happening.
not that clarke has any moral high ground to stand on, she's made the same choice here. has her reasons, has her vaguely formulating plans, has her war with her conscious playing out on the space between her eyebrows, and is sure they differ from everyone else's. but in the end they're standing by the same door. she's just not bothering to fake a smile about it.
her face is red with a solid mixture of frustration and emotional duress, and her eyes are swimming with tears that just won't let up, but haven't insisted on making tracks down the dirt and sweat caked on her cheeks just yet. her chest is bloody from collar bone down to the hem of her shirt, and it still looks wet. long story short, she's a great big hot mess right now, and has no interest in his sardonic anecdotes. )