( open post! ) voicetest → luke castellan!

[marred]

what do:
→ drop a prompt (images work best for me!) or a previously written scenario.
→ completely up to date (but if you throw hoo at me I will have to rely on you and Google).
→ i'm gonna be slow because i'm possessed. (what else is new?)

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and then i tagged this instead

[rues]

[ clarisse feels like her world has literally turned upside down. never in a million years did she ever think her life would come to this, lying on top of luke castellan and actually wanting to be there. the last time they'd encountered each other, it had ended with sharp glares and the even sharper slap of her hand across his cheek. she touches his face now with such amazement, and a tenderness she hasn't shown anyone in a long time. in just a few hours they've both shown each other parts of themselves she wasn't entirely sure still existed, even if she still has no idea how it came to this so suddenly. it's like the moment he took her hand on the street caused an avalanche and everything snowballed from there until they found themselves here, in the wake of the storm that consumed both of them. ]

I think I have a better idea. [ she pushes herself up to sit back on her legs, shrugging his shirt back over her shoulders as she does so. her hands find his and she threads their fingers together in an attempt to drag him with her while she crawls over him and off the bed. her fingers slip from his once she feels the floor beneath her feet again, but she motions him toward her as if her fingers are curling around a rope attached to his abdomen. ] C'mon. [ she nods back toward the en suite, the indication clear on her face and the way the takes a few slow, careful steps backward, her hand still outstretched for him to take and follow her lead. ]

i resisted for a few hours.

[marred]

[ luke pulls himself up, but doesn't so much as shift until that invisible rope tugs him forward. he looks dazed, brows creased slightly, as he wonders what clarisse la rue has up her sleeve. what could be better than lying in the aftermath of a war? luke hadn't had the opportunity to feel reprieve that a storm had ceased, the dark clouds rolling away to reveal a bright, clear sky up above. he'd managed to find himself in a pocket of darkness, until he had awoken, to find the world was still as dreary as the day he had left it, but he had missed the opportunity to see it shift, ever so slightly, because of his actions, both terrible and sacrificial. it's doubt that he clings to, uncertain if he should follow clarisse, where he would've done so, years ago, if it were within the woods of the camp, with him on her heels, and her promise of danger and adventure lingering on her lips. but with the nod of her head toward the en suite, luke crab walks toward the end of the bed, feet crashing to the floor, before he places his hand in hers without hesitation. ]

[ his voice is hoarse. ] What are we doing? [ it's useless to even ask, but luke looks down at her, eyes glazed slightly, and lids half-lidded, as he glances, briefly, to the doorframe. his other hand comes to fiddle with the collar of his shirt, straightening it, as he follows her step for step toward his bathroom. ]