and we became gods - monstrous, hungry gods

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                           there’s a PREGNANT pause. 

              ❝—sword training it is then. need a partner?❞

( that’s the beauty of a SECRET, you know you’re supposed to KEEP IT. but i don’t have to fucking tell you anything. these days i can’t seem to get along with anyone, get by with anyone. ) / @msmorii liked for a starter. It’s just not Clarke’s day. And she knows, understands, their curiosity. But whispering about her when she’s RIGHT THERE is just rude ( and causes her hands to go ice-cold in fear & anxiousness ). She thinks people are even using her as a dare when they’re playing; they dare each other to ask her about her time away from camp. Most days, she manages to ignore it. Today is not one of those days. So, she’s hiding in the med bay, hoping to be productive. A few have still entered to badger her for answers, but she snapped at them rather HARSHLY so she thinks they’ll wait a while more before trying again. She hears footsteps.  ‘ Unless you’re here for treatment, please get out. I’m not answering any questions. ’

           ‘ huh? ’

            maya glanced over to the other, eyes widened a little bit. that wasn’t a question she was asked often. most people here were ( palely ) sick looking… but, she still appreciated the concern. maybe there were some ( blisters ) she didn’t realize were still there.

           ‘ oh, i’m fine. i have a vitamin d deficiency; it’s why i’m so pale. ’

          “so, did you come here to do sword training or just stand there and twiddle your thumbs?”

          “i’m not sure if i should believe you or check you into a mental asylum.”

      OPEN STARTER.

                      ❛ ——– my leg is f i n e . i should be out there HELPING. ❜

          nimble fingers grasped at the clipboard at hand nervously. she had been tasked to deliver important papers to one of her higher ups who would deliver them to kylo ren himself. although it seemed that particular person was no where to be found which meant the task of delivering them was passed down to herself. so there she stood in the middle of a hallway, contemplating what exactly she should do in this situation.

          “i’m sorry, you want me to what?” mako had just got finished with helping build a new fence for the horses that the camp had obtained, hair a disheveled mess from chasing down one of them that had gotten out. “i don’t even know if i can do that, why don’t you go ask octavia or something?”

    ❛   obviously not, people who care tend to ask first.   ❛

       ❛   please tell me  — do i look like a couch  ?   ❛