[ she almost yanks her wrist out of luke's grip for another detour into a well-deserving face, but part of her knows he's right. she overreacted, and the streets of new york are not a fun place to get arrested. she'd like to avoid getting arrested at all, really. chiron and mr. d would definitely not be happy about getting a phone call from the nypd. clarisse might have a violent track at the schools she attended before she was brought to camp half-blood, but so far her criminal record is somehow still squeaky clean. she'd like to keep it that way. ]
He deserved it.
[ she doesn't even bother to break luke's grip. maybe it's better she has a leash right now — everything seems to be setting her off. everything... except luke, oddly enough. maybe it's just the fact that they're both so tired of fighting with each other, the spark isn't really there anymore. but dumb kids with no respect for women? that's just fuel for the fire. her fire with luke went out a long time ago, but the embers remain, and that's really all that's left. sad, dying sparks of a once mighty flame.
his hand on her wrist actually seems to placate her, and despite not wanting to be seen with him in public like this, she allows him to tug her away and lead her on. his hand is rougher than chris', though it has the smoothness of rebirth — the callouses from year-round training are no longer there, but she can almost feel where kronos had burned through his skin even now that it's been repaired. it almost unnerves her to think that this same hand had been the one that held the knife that destroyed the mighty titan lord.
sometimes she forgets luke's sacrifice, probably because she doesn't want it to mean anything. if it meant something, redemption of all things, she wouldn't have any reason to blame him for all the terrible things he did. silena sacrificed herself for the good of others — for camp, for her family — but what did luke sacrifice himself for except the chance at elysium? or the chance to be reborn and try again? even sacrifice doesn't erase the pain and suffering he caused.
clarisse clings to the past as luke clings to the future, but something tells her that the direction they're going in now is leading them to somewhere in the middle. ]
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He deserved it.
[ she doesn't even bother to break luke's grip. maybe it's better she has a leash right now — everything seems to be setting her off. everything... except luke, oddly enough. maybe it's just the fact that they're both so tired of fighting with each other, the spark isn't really there anymore. but dumb kids with no respect for women? that's just fuel for the fire. her fire with luke went out a long time ago, but the embers remain, and that's really all that's left. sad, dying sparks of a once mighty flame.
his hand on her wrist actually seems to placate her, and despite not wanting to be seen with him in public like this, she allows him to tug her away and lead her on. his hand is rougher than chris', though it has the smoothness of rebirth — the callouses from year-round training are no longer there, but she can almost feel where kronos had burned through his skin even now that it's been repaired. it almost unnerves her to think that this same hand had been the one that held the knife that destroyed the mighty titan lord.
sometimes she forgets luke's sacrifice, probably because she doesn't want it to mean anything. if it meant something, redemption of all things, she wouldn't have any reason to blame him for all the terrible things he did. silena sacrificed herself for the good of others — for camp, for her family — but what did luke sacrifice himself for except the chance at elysium? or the chance to be reborn and try again? even sacrifice doesn't erase the pain and suffering he caused.
clarisse clings to the past as luke clings to the future, but something tells her that the direction they're going in now is leading them to somewhere in the middle. ]