[ clarisse has just enough time to step out of dress and pull on the stupid red shirt luke gave her, her head still full of things she doesn't want to think about and things she doesn't want to feel, before luke bursts into his own bathroom. it startles her more than it should, riles her more than it should. her fingers freeze over the button she was working on — stupid backwards boy buttons — and the shirt remains only halfway buttoned, open enough that it reveals the length of her collar bone and just a hint of cleavage. the sleeves are too long, but at least the rest of the shirt covers her underwear, though only barely. with only his shirt covering her, her legs seem to go on forever.
it doesn't even occur to her that this might be considered indecent. if it were another situation, maybe she might be more embarrassed to be caught half clothed in someone else's bathroom, but as it is, she'd used to being walked in on by her brothers, and this feels no different. she can feel the rage emanating from luke and it fuels her own. it feels like just another fight with her brothers back at camp, except her gut never twists this sharply when she argues with her brothers. she never wants to drag them down and bite their lips. that's all luke. and she hates him for looking at her the way he does.
she turns swiftly on her heel to face him, eyes full fire and passion and hate all at the same time. ]
Maybe if you stopped looking at me like that, I wouldn't have a problem!
[ and it's the closest thing he's going to get to an admittance that there's something there, right here, between them. something she wants, but is too afraid to take. she's blaming it on him, because it's easier that way, but if luke is so observant, he should be able to see through it, see through clarisse's armor straight to her core, which is currently a mess of complicated emotions she's trying to hide. being friendly with luke is one thing, but they're starting to cross a line she isn't sure she's ready to cross again — the touches, the looks, wanting more — so she retreats back into her shell, just so she won't get hurt again. ]
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it doesn't even occur to her that this might be considered indecent. if it were another situation, maybe she might be more embarrassed to be caught half clothed in someone else's bathroom, but as it is, she'd used to being walked in on by her brothers, and this feels no different. she can feel the rage emanating from luke and it fuels her own. it feels like just another fight with her brothers back at camp, except her gut never twists this sharply when she argues with her brothers. she never wants to drag them down and bite their lips. that's all luke. and she hates him for looking at her the way he does.
she turns swiftly on her heel to face him, eyes full fire and passion and hate all at the same time. ]
Maybe if you stopped looking at me like that, I wouldn't have a problem!
[ and it's the closest thing he's going to get to an admittance that there's something there, right here, between them. something she wants, but is too afraid to take. she's blaming it on him, because it's easier that way, but if luke is so observant, he should be able to see through it, see through clarisse's armor straight to her core, which is currently a mess of complicated emotions she's trying to hide. being friendly with luke is one thing, but they're starting to cross a line she isn't sure she's ready to cross again — the touches, the looks, wanting more — so she retreats back into her shell, just so she won't get hurt again. ]