[ clarisse half expects him to make a sarcastic pass at her, to say something about how she wants to borrow something of his — but he doesn't, and she's actually kind of relieved. he just goes with it, and she might actually thank him if she weren't still in the process of figuring out who he really is and how she and him fit together, if they even fit together at all. she and percy clash, but eventually they find common ground; she wonders if she'll ever be able to do that with luke, or if she even wants to. part of her must, since she's here and he's giving her his clothes, and that means...
she's not really sure what that means. or what it says about their relationship, whatever that actually is. they aren't much of anything except two ghosts of people they used to be bumping around in the dark and only ever finding each other for company. as far as they've come today, she can't particularly say she doesn't like his company. she doesn't particularly dislike it, either, it just simply is. it's company. it's something that fills the void of loneliness she's been feeling. he isn't chris, but no one else is. she knows she can't replace him, wouldn't dream of it, but she needs something.
despite the danger luke presents in the way she doesn't know him, he's safe because she doesn't know him, not anymore. sometimes she can hardly stand to be around percy and annabeth, or even her cabinmates, always trying to deconstruct her and figure her out, convince her that her feelings aren't worth feeling anymore because the designated mourning period is over and now angst it out of style. they always seem so tired of her, like she's just a fad they're waiting to die out, but she's tired of them too. it's probably better she's not off on their stupid quest — the likelihood of her killing someone not on the opposing side is higher now than it ever has been.
she doesn't follow him immediately, watches him disappear into his room before she strides forward, almost like an afterthought in his wake. she doesn't feel comfortable enough following him all the way into his room, so she leans herself against the doorframe — not quite in, not quite out — and peers in, watching him from behind. ]
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she's not really sure what that means. or what it says about their relationship, whatever that actually is. they aren't much of anything except two ghosts of people they used to be bumping around in the dark and only ever finding each other for company. as far as they've come today, she can't particularly say she doesn't like his company. she doesn't particularly dislike it, either, it just simply is. it's company. it's something that fills the void of loneliness she's been feeling. he isn't chris, but no one else is. she knows she can't replace him, wouldn't dream of it, but she needs something.
despite the danger luke presents in the way she doesn't know him, he's safe because she doesn't know him, not anymore. sometimes she can hardly stand to be around percy and annabeth, or even her cabinmates, always trying to deconstruct her and figure her out, convince her that her feelings aren't worth feeling anymore because the designated mourning period is over and now angst it out of style. they always seem so tired of her, like she's just a fad they're waiting to die out, but she's tired of them too. it's probably better she's not off on their stupid quest — the likelihood of her killing someone not on the opposing side is higher now than it ever has been.
she doesn't follow him immediately, watches him disappear into his room before she strides forward, almost like an afterthought in his wake. she doesn't feel comfortable enough following him all the way into his room, so she leans herself against the doorframe — not quite in, not quite out — and peers in, watching him from behind. ]