[ when he feels her hand shift into his, and then the pressure of her fingers — a pressure that, otherwise, should be blinding and painful — luke can't quite keep his gaze forward as they cross. he glances at her, brows pulled together, confused, quizzical — he doesn't quite understand her. a person bumps into him as he loses focus, just for a moment, but luke doesn't push them back. on the surface, she operates on a bull-sees-red-bull-attacks sort of mode, but beneath it all, she's different. he's not the type to say she's hard on the outside and soft and gooey on the inside, but there's something to the way clarisse reacts when she sees red that's different to when she reacts when she should be seeing red, but happens to spot a different colour entirely. ]
[ his fingers had remained loose and weightless. he hadn't dared do anything while she had initiated and controlled the hand hold. but once they've made it to the pathway, his fingers curl around hers of their own accord. he takes a step in front of her, and remains ahead of her, pulling her through the smaller sea of people. walking side by side is possible, but it's a hindrance. if he wants to ensure clarisse remains on her best behaviour, it's best to walk at a speed that rivals that of any travelling god in the vicinity. it so happens that walking, almost in single file, works. but he's bent slightly back, shoulder knocking into people, as he makes his way to another set of lights. ]
[ and rather than stop when it begins counting down, getting closer to when the pedestrians will have to stop, luke breaks into a bit of a jog, his fingers intertwining even more with hers, and pulls clarisse along for the ride. ]
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[ his fingers had remained loose and weightless. he hadn't dared do anything while she had initiated and controlled the hand hold. but once they've made it to the pathway, his fingers curl around hers of their own accord. he takes a step in front of her, and remains ahead of her, pulling her through the smaller sea of people. walking side by side is possible, but it's a hindrance. if he wants to ensure clarisse remains on her best behaviour, it's best to walk at a speed that rivals that of any travelling god in the vicinity. it so happens that walking, almost in single file, works. but he's bent slightly back, shoulder knocking into people, as he makes his way to another set of lights. ]
[ and rather than stop when it begins counting down, getting closer to when the pedestrians will have to stop, luke breaks into a bit of a jog, his fingers intertwining even more with hers, and pulls clarisse along for the ride. ]