( what's she looking at? well, actually a pretty familiar scene featuring one (1) rita mordio snarking — this time at an inanimate object. and oh, what a beautiful sight this is...
nevermind the new world backdrop, nevermind the matching prison uniforms, nevermind the new mystery and technology they've been handed and just expected to make the best of. from the time clarke griffin had woken up in the sterile, painfully white hospital bed, she'd assumed she was alone in this new fight. and then, catching sight of a familiar stock of red hair, all she could do for several long heartbeats was stare until the other girl lifted up her head and snapped at her.
breathtaking. sensational. please yell at her again, rita, just to reinforce the fact you're real.
what're you looking at? clarke can't help herself — she smiles. )
You, idiot.
( a genuine, honest smile; big and bright, eyes crinkling at the corner to really emphasize the cool spots on her waterline where she'd begun to tear up in utter relief. then she kicks a little spray of dirt all over rita's shoes. )
arrival
nevermind the new world backdrop, nevermind the matching prison uniforms, nevermind the new mystery and technology they've been handed and just expected to make the best of. from the time clarke griffin had woken up in the sterile, painfully white hospital bed, she'd assumed she was alone in this new fight. and then, catching sight of a familiar stock of red hair, all she could do for several long heartbeats was stare until the other girl lifted up her head and snapped at her.
breathtaking. sensational. please yell at her again, rita, just to reinforce the fact you're real.
what're you looking at? clarke can't help herself — she smiles. )
You, idiot.
( a genuine, honest smile; big and bright, eyes crinkling at the corner to really emphasize the cool spots on her waterline where she'd begun to tear up in utter relief. then she kicks a little spray of dirt all over rita's shoes. )
Stand up.