That's how I feel for my people. [It's a clear line that's being set. Once upon a time, she told Markus she wouldn't choose. The Displaced would all be her people. But it's not necessarily a world or a situation that works out that way.] Besides, there aren't a lot of people that I try to completely protect from the horrors of my world. You were special from the start. I guess you could say this was inevitable.
[Prompto's kindness is what did her in. Caring about him came easily. He had been thoroughly curious from the start, and then they talked. They grew. They bonded. They ate donuts together and Clarke never told him about all the stomach aches she got afterward, worried that he'd feel guilty about it in some way.
Now that she knows about his world and where he's come from, Clarke is even more certain that he needs to be loved. Protected. Viewed for who he is rather than who he came from.]
But hearing you talk just now. I knew I needed you to feel that. That's all.
[words like special was never an adjective that prompto had foreseen being used on him. he's never been anything special, anyone unique. but suppose that here, in new amsterdam, he gets to experience new flavors of his own worth.]
[without much thought, he wraps his arms around her. he wants to feel that again, that warm, caring, loving affection. he knows he is cared for, that his brothers in arms do love him for who he is, but it's never been so bare and out in the open for him to taste.]
Thank you.
[his sandwich forgotten, what will get through to clarke through their shared empathy is the determination now coursing through him, undeterred. as cliche as it sounds, validation and affection fuel him onwards.]
[Clarke's the type of person who hugs with every bit of herself, leaning into it and burying her face into his shoulder at the same time. The important thing is that Prompto gives her someone to love—just as Markus does. Just as other people in this world do. Clarke has always loved, always had that capacity, but she can't shake the loneliness and hollowness that came before. And perhaps it's better that she can't, because look at what she has now.
She inhales and exhales, smiling against him.]
We were thinking of watching something, right? Why don't we do that, and just ... stay close? [Remind the other that they're there. It's important.]
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[Prompto's kindness is what did her in. Caring about him came easily. He had been thoroughly curious from the start, and then they talked. They grew. They bonded. They ate donuts together and Clarke never told him about all the stomach aches she got afterward, worried that he'd feel guilty about it in some way.
Now that she knows about his world and where he's come from, Clarke is even more certain that he needs to be loved. Protected. Viewed for who he is rather than who he came from.]
But hearing you talk just now. I knew I needed you to feel that. That's all.
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[without much thought, he wraps his arms around her. he wants to feel that again, that warm, caring, loving affection. he knows he is cared for, that his brothers in arms do love him for who he is, but it's never been so bare and out in the open for him to taste.]
Thank you.
[his sandwich forgotten, what will get through to clarke through their shared empathy is the determination now coursing through him, undeterred. as cliche as it sounds, validation and affection fuel him onwards.]
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She inhales and exhales, smiling against him.]
We were thinking of watching something, right? Why don't we do that, and just ... stay close? [Remind the other that they're there. It's important.]