[ she crosses her arms in front of her in an attempt to hide the fact that she's wearing a dress at all, not that it really accomplishes anything. it's a defensive strategy, one that doesn't involve words, and she can't help but furrow her brows at the way luke is looking at her. it's not that she feels threatened, she just feels... a little more vulnerable than usual. no one's really looked at her like that in a while, not since...
chris. yeah, it does sting, hearing his name coming from luke. she wonders if he did it on purpose — she wouldn't put it past him — and for just a second she almost reconsiders this whole thing. she should go home, get out of luke's apartment and never come back, and forget that any of this ever happened. but she's already here; she might as well stay. she thinks chris would probably want her to — or, at least, he'd be proud of her if she did. it's progress. so, really, she's doing this for him. and for herself.
she's not even thinking about the intimacy behind wearing someone else's clothes. she's just thinking about how she's more comfortable in pants and a t-shirt than she is in a dress, regardless of whose pants and shirt they are. she'd wear percy's clothes if she had no other choice — hell, she'd even wear one of mr. d's stupid ass tiger-striped shirts if it meant getting the fuck out of this dress. at least luke's will fit better and will be less humiliating than looking like a safari tourist.
she grumbles and rolls her eyes, like this is the easiest concept in the world and why isn't he getting it. ]
No.
[ she doesn't mean to say it so harshly, and it shows on her face, the way she recoils slightly. she's frustrated that he's being so frustrating, and she can't tell if he's doing it to get a rise out of her or not.
she hesitates, trying to find words that won't sound mean. mean is her default setting; it's hard to find anything else, especially around luke, who she's only just now starting to learn she can be friendly with. it's nothing like the old days, but this luke isn't the old luke — this luke isn't even the same luke that betrayed his family and nearly destroyed the world. both of those lukes are dead, died a long time ago, and now... clarisse has no idea who this luke is at all. all she has the past, when, really, the present is what speaks the loudest. ]
Can I just... borrow something?
[ and it sounds so stupid out loud she almost does want to just leave. this is beyond embarrassing — if she'd just thought it through before jumping to insist on his place, she wouldn't be in this situation. her stubborn refusal to back down from her own decision is making things worse. ]
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chris. yeah, it does sting, hearing his name coming from luke. she wonders if he did it on purpose — she wouldn't put it past him — and for just a second she almost reconsiders this whole thing. she should go home, get out of luke's apartment and never come back, and forget that any of this ever happened. but she's already here; she might as well stay. she thinks chris would probably want her to — or, at least, he'd be proud of her if she did. it's progress. so, really, she's doing this for him. and for herself.
she's not even thinking about the intimacy behind wearing someone else's clothes. she's just thinking about how she's more comfortable in pants and a t-shirt than she is in a dress, regardless of whose pants and shirt they are. she'd wear percy's clothes if she had no other choice — hell, she'd even wear one of mr. d's stupid ass tiger-striped shirts if it meant getting the fuck out of this dress. at least luke's will fit better and will be less humiliating than looking like a safari tourist.
she grumbles and rolls her eyes, like this is the easiest concept in the world and why isn't he getting it. ]
No.
[ she doesn't mean to say it so harshly, and it shows on her face, the way she recoils slightly. she's frustrated that he's being so frustrating, and she can't tell if he's doing it to get a rise out of her or not.
she hesitates, trying to find words that won't sound mean. mean is her default setting; it's hard to find anything else, especially around luke, who she's only just now starting to learn she can be friendly with. it's nothing like the old days, but this luke isn't the old luke — this luke isn't even the same luke that betrayed his family and nearly destroyed the world. both of those lukes are dead, died a long time ago, and now... clarisse has no idea who this luke is at all. all she has the past, when, really, the present is what speaks the loudest. ]
Can I just... borrow something?
[ and it sounds so stupid out loud she almost does want to just leave. this is beyond embarrassing — if she'd just thought it through before jumping to insist on his place, she wouldn't be in this situation. her stubborn refusal to back down from her own decision is making things worse. ]