[ She hasn't actually seen anything yet. But she's had this creeping sense of despair brushing against her spine since she didn't put her homework in. ] Jack, what's wrong?
[ She's on her way to the med-tent but she's totally perfected the walk and text. Everything's fine, everything's going to be okay, she's probably not going to die. ]
FROM: fray.clary@cdc.org
Because I'm not letting anyone hurt the people I care about. That's what Dagger wanted. Information that I'm not willing to part with.
[ She's still alive too. But every so often her healing rune wears down ( too fast, they disappear too fast ) and she's left with the echoing spasm of pain. ]
[ She doesn't reply, just sets about sorting through her stuff. Her face has been washed but the rest of her Shadowhunter gear still bares the mark of soot, and her usually pretty green coat is covered in mud and grass. She's not cleaning that off because doing that would remind her of Jace and what they did and said and she doesn't want that.
When she's done hiding the superfluous stuff Clary is winding the whip around her wrist where it shifts to look like bangles, attaching the Morgenstern sword and a stele to her belt, and checking her pockets. The book is still there, safe in her pocket and every time her fingers brush against it she feels sick. With an irritated sigh, she tugs her hair up into a pony tail and makes her way out of the rover.
It's easy enough to get to his place and she knocks lightly when she does. Clary's glad she gets to see him. After the monumental fuck up of her time back home, she wants to make sure he's all right. ]
[ D'Artagnan is in the middle of getting dressed - which is to say, he's wearing black trousers which are long enough to touch the tops of his feet (what's actually the point in that?) and a white shirt so crisp and close-fitting that he hasn't even attempted to put the cufflinks in yet.
He comes to hover at the edge of Clary's bunk without much ceremony, and after a moment's indecision about how to word this, he just comes out with it. ]
Clary.
When a woman asks you if something is a date, what exactly does she mean?
[ She had not been watching him get ready because she had some sense of dignity and also she can already tell he's going to spend the vast majority of the time in some way of nakedness and she's trying to preserve her sanity. It's hard for her.
But then he's speaking to her and she can't pretend to be focusing on her sketchbook any longer. Besides, he asks a question that's super juicy so she's immediately throwing paper and pencil down to grin at him. ] You have a date? Who with? Oh my god is it tonight? Why haven't you put your cufflinks on yet? Where are you shoes?
[ He'd left before the end, with Jack. Given the content of the movie they'd walked out on, he hadn't been sorry.
That doesn't mean he's going to sleep, though. He's standing in the kitchen area with the stove on, waiting for Clary to get home. He's warming something in a saucepan behind him, on a low heat because he's not sure exactly when she'll come. But he's not going to bed until he's seen her. After all he'd heard tonight, he needs to. ]
[ She feels drained by the time she makes her way back. She'd stuck out the film for one reason and one reason only - to show she didn't shy away from violence and pain. After she'd read out her letter it made sense to try and prove it. Clary wasn't an easy target. They needed to know that.
She's still surprised to see d'Artagnan up, pausing half way into taking her coat off. She flushes and she's not sure why. Would he think her weak too? ] Hey. [ She manages to get her arms free, moving to sling it somewhere before turning towards him. ] You okay?
[Thank God for Pilot and his magic bracelets. Simon's used them every hour, on the hour, since paintball ended; some of those bruises are nasty. He's now back at work in the medtent, but it's slow, which is why he's texting Clary.]
Edward Elric's height without his four-inch platform boots on is 5'4". Anyone who isn't an actual child will have a height requirement two inches more than that from now on.
As Benjamin and this loser just learned, don't bet against your instructor.
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