[One of these days Clarke Griffin is going to fully realize and harness her uncanny talent for lampooning people directly in the sorest of emotional places in the most offhand ways, and it's going to be a truly terrible time for everyone involved...
But, until then, there are simply these inadvertent sorts of stabbings. And here, at least, the benefits of written correspondence still thrive. She doesn't know just how stinging her question actually was, and that's just as well. At the end of the day, as far as Jade's concerned, these nagging uncertainties are his own to deal with--just as Clarke's magic envy is hers, regardless of how she feels about it boiling over quite like this later. ...Or so he'd like to look at it, anyway.
(Very probably, on some future where half-baked desperate magic from a certain someone wreaks havoc, Jade may well look back at this conversation...and spot yet another remarkable failing of his own perception, where reckless teenagers might be concerned.)]
Obviously anyone would want such a thing, if it were only truly that easy.
Perhaps one day you might yet find the magic glasses you're looking for. But I have none to give you, at this time.
[You know, metaphorically. But also literally, too...]
Well, tomorrow you may very well be sober, yes. [...Not that he doesn't think he understands what she means on a baser sort of level, with that bit. Alas--] Unfortunately it'll arrive whether you sleep or not, however, so at this point it's more a matter of just how sleep-deprived you want to be when you address it once more.
But far be it from me to dictate your choices on these matters! I'm sure you'd continue musing on things like soul colors even if you found yourself a bed right now, wouldn't you?
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But, until then, there are simply these inadvertent sorts of stabbings. And here, at least, the benefits of written correspondence still thrive. She doesn't know just how stinging her question actually was, and that's just as well. At the end of the day, as far as Jade's concerned, these nagging uncertainties are his own to deal with--just as Clarke's magic envy is hers, regardless of how she feels about it boiling over quite like this later. ...Or so he'd like to look at it, anyway.
(Very probably, on some future where half-baked desperate magic from a certain someone wreaks havoc, Jade may well look back at this conversation...and spot yet another remarkable failing of his own perception, where reckless teenagers might be concerned.)]Obviously anyone would want such a thing, if it were only truly that easy.
Perhaps one day you might yet find the magic glasses you're looking for. But I have none to give you, at this time.
[You know, metaphorically. But also literally, too...]
Well, tomorrow you may very well be sober, yes. [...Not that he doesn't think he understands what she means on a baser sort of level, with that bit. Alas--] Unfortunately it'll arrive whether you sleep or not, however, so at this point it's more a matter of just how sleep-deprived you want to be when you address it once more.
But far be it from me to dictate your choices on these matters! I'm sure you'd continue musing on things like soul colors even if you found yourself a bed right now, wouldn't you?