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Who: Clark and... whoever wants to bug him.
What: Brooding :|
When: Today 8D
Where: Roof.
Rating: PG?
There were too many words to describe how Clark was feeling, and none of them were flattering.
His drive to do his usual flight vanished. He didn’t want to do anything. It took one day for his incredibly high spirits to plummet, and they plummeted hard. He thought, for a moment, that if he stepped off the edge, he wouldn't fly, anyway.
And there was anger, too: even without feeling watched and exposed, he felt manipulated. He had fallen right for what the castle had waved under his nose, and in an effort to avoid hurting Lana, he’d cheerfully gone along with it, only to hurt her when reality snapped back to bite them for it.
It was cold up on the roof, but Clark didn’t notice. He stormed across the roof, fished something out of his pocket, and threw it.
And then he stood there, rigidly, watching the ring disappear into the distance, his mouth drawn into a hard line.
What: Brooding :|
When: Today 8D
Where: Roof.
Rating: PG?
There were too many words to describe how Clark was feeling, and none of them were flattering.
His drive to do his usual flight vanished. He didn’t want to do anything. It took one day for his incredibly high spirits to plummet, and they plummeted hard. He thought, for a moment, that if he stepped off the edge, he wouldn't fly, anyway.
And there was anger, too: even without feeling watched and exposed, he felt manipulated. He had fallen right for what the castle had waved under his nose, and in an effort to avoid hurting Lana, he’d cheerfully gone along with it, only to hurt her when reality snapped back to bite them for it.
It was cold up on the roof, but Clark didn’t notice. He stormed across the roof, fished something out of his pocket, and threw it.
And then he stood there, rigidly, watching the ring disappear into the distance, his mouth drawn into a hard line.