[ the afterglow is always an interesting time for clarisse. all her roughness melts away, all her ferocity and passion — and in its place is something much more gentle, caring. it's as if she's a phoenix and ignites herself with all her passion only to be reborn as something fragile but still holding within it all the power it took to burn out in the first place. it's a vicious cycle, one she can't seem to escape — and one she doesn't particularly want to, either.
she's fine just like this. happy isn't a word she ever really thought she'd associate with luke, but she can't seem to find any other word for what she's feeling right now. content might be better, but the smile that graces her lips — an actual, genuine smile — and the laugh that follows it are more than just contented. ]
Hey.
[ he might think it's pathetic, but what else are you supposed to say after sex? she certainly isn't judging. she's usually just content with not saying anything, but luke was never one to let awkward silences linger.
she shifts when he shifts, rolling onto her side to face him, but she doesn't seem keen in letting his hand go. she feels like if she lets go it will actually be over, and for once, that's the opposite of what she wants. she wants to hold onto this moment — literally and metaphorically — for as long as she can, until the fates or the world or something else entirely forces them to let go. ]
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she's fine just like this. happy isn't a word she ever really thought she'd associate with luke, but she can't seem to find any other word for what she's feeling right now. content might be better, but the smile that graces her lips — an actual, genuine smile — and the laugh that follows it are more than just contented. ]
Hey.
[ he might think it's pathetic, but what else are you supposed to say after sex? she certainly isn't judging. she's usually just content with not saying anything, but luke was never one to let awkward silences linger.
she shifts when he shifts, rolling onto her side to face him, but she doesn't seem keen in letting his hand go. she feels like if she lets go it will actually be over, and for once, that's the opposite of what she wants. she wants to hold onto this moment — literally and metaphorically — for as long as she can, until the fates or the world or something else entirely forces them to let go. ]