[ of course, she could run through forests and what have you and she was just fine; barely tripping over roots, and only running into traps once or twice. but put her in a relatively flat hallway and leave it to clarke to trip over the only item on the floor. and she does so so spectacularly it's a wonder her vision's righted enough to distinguish up from down. but she zeros in on her bloody hand, which probably helps. it certainly helps narrow down her world so severely that she doesn't see the boy approach in her peripheral vision, doesn't initially notice him kneeling down next to her or offering her a hand.
but she hears him speaks and jumps. startles visibly, and whips her head around to stare at him with big, raw eyes and an open mouth.
and for a second — a second — she could swear she's looking at finn collins.
but a blink of the eye later, there's no similarities between them except that they're boys and young. and clarke's swallowing the lump in her throat and trying to quell her rising panic when it mixes with her grief and threatens to throw her into some semblance of shock. it takes a lot of work to nod, to force her head a fraction of an inch up and down. she's licking her lips and offering a quiet, rather unconvincing: )
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but she hears him speaks and jumps. startles visibly, and whips her head around to stare at him with big, raw eyes and an open mouth.
and for a second — a second — she could swear she's looking at finn collins.
but a blink of the eye later, there's no similarities between them except that they're boys and young. and clarke's swallowing the lump in her throat and trying to quell her rising panic when it mixes with her grief and threatens to throw her into some semblance of shock. it takes a lot of work to nod, to force her head a fraction of an inch up and down. she's licking her lips and offering a quiet, rather unconvincing: )
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.