[ he thinks to say yes, but he knows that it'll be a lie. something has shifted within clarisse to make her see him for something that he's not — or someone that he is, that he simply can't spot when he looks in the mirror. luke's judgement is so clouded these days. he expects the worst from those he doesn't know, and expects the same contempt from those who he does. it's as if people can't change, as if he can't change, and perhaps clarisse's whirlwind of a personality is just what he needs to realise that things can shift and things can get better. ]
[ he gazes at her with heavy-lidded eyes, finding his heart beating quicker than he can run. he doesn't doubt she can't feel it. she's the daughter of war, even the goddess of it; there's no way she can't feel the ripples of her touch and the destruction she brings forth. his lip curls up, amused, and his blue eyes are bright. his fingers seem to shift, just slightly; he finds he doesn't particularly wnat to let her go. ]
Could do with a little more convincing.
[ one of his hands moves from her hip and grabs the fabric of the shirt at her back, pressing his knuckles hard into her spine there, trying to push her further into him. he drops his head to press his mouth against her collarbone, switching between kissing the delicate skin there and nipping at it. if he wants to be convinced, it seems as though he's got it all wrong; he's the one trying to convince her he's worth something. ]
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[ he gazes at her with heavy-lidded eyes, finding his heart beating quicker than he can run. he doesn't doubt she can't feel it. she's the daughter of war, even the goddess of it; there's no way she can't feel the ripples of her touch and the destruction she brings forth. his lip curls up, amused, and his blue eyes are bright. his fingers seem to shift, just slightly; he finds he doesn't particularly wnat to let her go. ]
Could do with a little more convincing.
[ one of his hands moves from her hip and grabs the fabric of the shirt at her back, pressing his knuckles hard into her spine there, trying to push her further into him. he drops his head to press his mouth against her collarbone, switching between kissing the delicate skin there and nipping at it. if he wants to be convinced, it seems as though he's got it all wrong; he's the one trying to convince her he's worth something. ]