( that's familiar. people often disparage the places they were born. whenever someone asks clarke what space was like, there's an inevitable beat of silence in trying to remember something not shitty — but even now she craves the safety and ease of childhood, and the distant view of all earth's luminous colors filtering through darkness and eclipsing stars.
but there's absolutely no time to dwell on that anymore, because war has been declared and jade's talking mad shit. you know what supercedes fuzzy happy warm tingly highs? a fierce competitive streak. the same that saw her kicking natsuno off racing bikes and affectionately drowning pal at sea. )
ooooh I bet you were great when you were young. but times change and it's well beyond when you should pass the torch.
when i roll you up like a snowman an you're old arthritic joints cry mercy, you'll know whatworthy looks like 🙃🙃🙃
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but there's absolutely no time to dwell on that anymore, because war has been declared and jade's talking mad shit. you know what supercedes fuzzy happy warm tingly highs? a fierce competitive streak. the same that saw her kicking natsuno off racing bikes and affectionately drowning pal at sea. )
ooooh I bet you were great when you were young. but times change and it's well beyond when you should pass the torch.
when i roll you up like a snowman an you're old arthritic joints cry mercy, you'll know whatworthy looks like 🙃🙃🙃