[clementine-kent]

kieran-whittard‌:

Nightmares were not unusual for Kieran. At this point he almost expected to have one every night. But usually they were visions of himself, being trapped in small spaces or running out of air to breathe or drowning. Last night’s dream was different. Clementine had been snatched away from him by some hidden force and no matter how fast he ran to catch them they disappeared into the darkness. And this time when he woke up, clutching at his sheets and sweat running down his back, the fear hadn’t subsided.

That was an hour ago. Now he’d chucked clothes on over his boxers and was legging all over town. He hated using his powers but he’d do anything to find Clementine. So here he was, middle of the night, nose to the ground as he attempted to track her. He knew the Beast had this ability, which usually meant that he did too, not that he’d ever tried to actually use it. Super strength and super speed were useful, super smell? Not so much. He’d grabbed a jumper that Clementine had left in his room, since about every movie he’d seen they always gave something that belonged to the person to the dog. Oh for fucks sake, he thought, I’m the fucking dog. As as weird as he felt smelling it, and as much as he didn’t have time to think about how nice it smelled, it was definitely helping. Kieran found himself down a dark alley, using his torch to check the dark corners but of course there it was, right in the centre. Clementine’s phone. 

He felt his blood freeze. His whole body going rigid as he bent to pick it up. Something was wrong. Someone had taken her. Chased her down this alley with nowhere to go before scooping her up. Clementine, who’d never hurt a fly. Clementine who only ever wanted to help others. He felt his blood begin to boil. Let’s make them pay, the Beast growled, feeding off the anger Kieran was exerting. “We find Clem first, get her somewhere safe. Then- Then you can do whatever you want with them.” Kieran gripped the phone in his hand, his brows furrowed as he thought about the deal he’d just made. Excellent. 

With the fresh scent from the phone and the Beast on side, Kieran found the building in a matter of minutes. It was so dark, Kieran had no idea what it even was. But the guards at the back door needed to be fired. He ducked in and out of doorways, hiding in the shadows, listening out for footsteps and whispers, all the while sure he was getting closer and closer to Clementine. He was no closer to figuring out what this place was, but he knew it was evil. He’d found tons of empty cages, rags scattered on the ground, and he knew worst of all, crates and barrels full of shoes. He may not have been to school in a decade but he knew what the meant. Eventually he opened a door and the scent was so strong it burnt his nose. Slipping into the room he found it was another full of cages, but only one of the doors were locked. “Clementine?” He whispered, terrified of anyone or anything hearing him. “Clementine, it’s me. Are you in there?” Kieran pressed himself against the door, looking for a crack, but he didn’t need to see to know she was in there. He’d found Clementine, and he was going to save her. 

The smell of fresh baked cookies filled the air, and Clementine smiled, her mother’s humming filling the room. They worked around each other, laughing as the light shone in through the window into the kitchen. Clementine looked over at her mother, and god she missed her. Clementine shakes her head, how could she miss her mother when she was right there? But the ache in her chest told her otherwise. A pain bloomed in the back of her head as she turned to face her mother, the woman’s figure now looking at her, fear etched into her features. “Mom?” Clementine speaks, but her voice echoes into nothingness. 

“Clementine.”

She reaches for her mother, but she cannot seem to grasp her. She starts to drift away, as Clementine yells for her, but it’s no use. 

“Clementine.” 

Her eyes blink slowly, the voice not coming from her mother, but from outside the door of the cell she was being held in. Her body aches, and nausea hits her stomach. When she tries to look around, the world spins. The voice. She recognizes it. It’s Kieran. But why is he here? How could he have found her? She parts her lips and tries to speak but it takes a moment before she can find her voice. 

“Kier..” She tries to shift into a sitting position, but the vertigo is too much, and she finds herself clawing to the floor, trying to stop the world from spinning. “Kier, I’m in here.” She pushes her voice more, hoping the other can hear her. 

[clementine-kent]

How did she get here? The memories of the last few hours were blurry as Clementine found herself laying on a damp cement floor, head throbbing and vision spinning. Distant thoughts of memories shifted in and out of her mind as she tried to sit up, but her head kept swimming and the world around her couldn’t seem to stay still. Fingers pressed into the gritty floor as she blinks. Where was she? How did she get here? The questions kept coming with small pieces of explanations that she could only somewhat remember. 

She was walking home from Nova’s shop. It was late. She shouldn’t have been walking along. People were behind her. Were they following her? No they couldn’t be, it was all in her head. She turned a corner. They were still following. She moves faster. They keep up. Tall men in dark masks chase her down. She tries to fight back, but they hit her over the head with something. Everything goes black. 

Her head pounds, and she knows that her brain could be swelling, having only just really recovered from when the beast had attacked her. Her heart beats quickly. Where was she? Where had those men taken her? She swallows, trying to steady herself--trying to pull her cheek up from the cold floor. It’s dark, it’s cold, and she shivers in fear of what she might be doing here. She doesn’t know that she’s being held below the Archive, awaiting her turn in the ring, but she knows that something bad is going to happen, and it sends her stomach into knots. The room spins again and she closes her eyes, giving into the blackness as her mind slips into an unconscious state again. 

@dinosaurswanted & @kieran-whittard

[clementine-kent]

dinosaurswanted‌:

Looking down to the stack in his arms he could see what she meant, duh, c'mon, wonderkid. A laugh fluttered up past the butterflies in his chest, “ Oh..yeah, I mean I have my backpack, but I guess that would be like – like the mouse in Cinderella with the pieces of corn?” He didn’t know why that was funny,  yet he couldn’t help giggling slightly at the image. Excitement thrummed through him, popping to his feet in a minor teleportation, starting to walk backwards towards the checkout desk to maintain eye contact, skipping slightly, mouth and heart running away from his brain as both bounced from thought to thought,  “Yeah? We can go to the dorm courtyard. Whoa – you, you have a mutation? That’s so cool! Actually, that’s kinda what these are for, I mean not strictly, but I have a bet with one of the PhD students I supervise that dinosaurs totally could have developed the power to speak. Well, Godzilla could anyways, which is kinda different, but also not really completely different. That’s what I do here – teach and research, not weird gambling, but also a lot of weird gambling because science is kinda all a weird gamble. Hey, you should totally come do science here, do you do science? I love science, well, of course I love science. But especially science dealing with mutations because how cool is that. So… um…I’d love to see your powers. No one ever shows me their powers – Nic kinda does, he’s my supervisor kinda, but his is just like…he’s super smart so. It’s not a show and tell power. It just kinda…is. I bet yours is really cool though. Um…Telekinesis? Or wait like…Chlorokinesis? You seem like you’d be like..really good with flowers. Is that weird? Like superpowered flower child vibes I guess, if that makes sense, which like super cool.”

Clementine watches the boy stutter through his words, the pair of them feeding off all sorts of nervous energy between them. “Right yes!” She says almost a little too excited when he speaks of something she actually recognizes. His laugh, being infectious, catches her and sends her into a small fit of giggles as she attempt to cover her mouth with one hand to keep from being too loud in the library. Lips couldn’t seem to stop from spreading into a wide smile as he walks backwards, and she follows. A little worried he might trip on something, she keeps her eyes glancing back behind him, ensuring he’s got a clear path to the counter. When they finally make it she sets down her books to allow the librarian to check them both out. “Yeah I do!” She manages to pipe in between his words, and continues listening to his string of rambles that remind her so much of her own. Brows raise as he speaks. “PhD students... that you supervise? Teach and research" She laughs a little, thinking he must be joking. “You’re funny, but you’re a bit young to be a professor here.. aren’t you?” She grins, figuring he was just having a laugh. His tumble of words comes out so fast (even for her) and she works to keep up, but continues to smile and nod, her own enthusiasm for it all showing. She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh when he said flower child, though she was sure her clothes (which she still hadn’t been able to get a handle on 2018 fashion) was what gave him that impression. 

Once he seemed to finally come up for air between his words, the librarian has finished checking them out, and she grabs her books, the pair walking out of the library and into the hall. “Not quite.” She says about her mutation, nodding towards an empty hallway. She takes a quick look around, still cautious of others, unsure of those who might not appreciate powers as much as the boy in front of her. Gently she places her stack of books on the ground, figuring it was easier to show than explain. “Just warn me if anyone’s coming.” She says to Paxton as she opens her hands at her sides, pulling up an illusion of grass and flowers growing from the tile floor, lining the hallway to look like a small meadow. She turns one wall into a waterfall, with rocky sides, and a beautiful creek that it ran into. “I can make illusions.” She leans over, picking a small flower from the ground. “I’m not too great with all the sense yet... but...” she offers the flower to Paxton. “You should be able to feel this.” She pushes a little extra power into the flower as she hands it to him so he can hold and feel it physically. “I can make anything really, as long as I can picture it in my head.” She pauses for a moment eyes glimmering with an idea. She raises a hand, and suddenly before them stands Godzilla, (luckily that was a movie she had seen with her father) standing as tall as the ceiling. She grins, looking over to Pax to see his reaction. 

[clementine-kent]

reichhardt‌:

Whoa, hold the fuck up, that wasn’t an old lady! Christine put up a hand as if she were telling her to hold still and not go. He mouth was wide open but no words seemed to come out. She didn’t want to curse in front of the kids, even if she did quite a bit of that on television sometimes. “Yo, you’re Clementine?” She asked before approaching the kid. Christine wasn’t very good at math, but from her basic calculations and the ancestry.com type of shit that Jackson’s assistants gave to her, this Clementine chick was supposed to be old, like grandma old. “Wait, how old are you? You’re like a baby. A cute baby, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not old.” She had an old name though. “Are you a junior? Like named after your g-ma type of deal? Because I’m looking for someone who is like a grandma with your name… Someone who knows the greatest boxer to have ever graced the sport ever, but not you, because you’re young…” 

Clementine made a small face when the woman gaped at her, not speaking but looking at her like she’d just seen her do a backflip or something. Instructors were already ushering students away from the lobby, but Clementine remained still, confused by the strange woman in front of her. The woman walked forward, and Clementine tilted her head a little, the confusion not getting any clearer. She smiled a little at all the words coming out of the other’s mouth, spilling so quickly she didn’t have a chance to get a word in. “My Grandma?” She furrows her brows, she’d never met her grandparents on her mothers side, since they’d both died which was why Rhea had been staying at the Academy. Her grandmother on her fathers side had died before she was born, so she only had her grandfather, but as far as she knew she wasn’t named after any of them. “Sorry no...” She starts, but the woman’s last sentence stops her dead in her tracks.  Now she’s the one with the gaping mouth, staring for a moment before grabbing the woman’s arm quickly and pulling her off to the side. She hushes her voice, since not many knew about where she came from, and her mother told her to be careful about who she told. She swallows, almost wondering if she’d heard the other wrong. “You said a boxer... my dad... he is... was I mean, he was a boxer. Markus Kent. Do you know him? Do you know where he is?” The words come out quickly, almost excitedly, wondering if she’d be able see her father again in this time. 

[clementine-kent]

kieran-whittard‌:

Now that is was happening, Kieran couldn’t remember the last time he’d held someone else’s hand. He wondered if the sensation of skin on skin always felt warm. If the heat always travelled up your arm and made you feel safe. Another thought crossed his mind, making his heart race as he tried to ignore it. But he wondered, maybe, if this was only how it felt when you held the hand of someone you really liked. And when that someone squeezed your fingers back, it probably would feel like you’d forgotten how to breathe. Kieran’s gaze rose to Clementine’s face as she spoke, her usual chirpy voice quiet and strained, he could feel the guilt of it in his stomach. 

Kieran wiped furiously at his eyes as one tear managed to brew over, he had no right to cry and he knew it. He wasn’t the one laying in a hospital bed. He wasn’t the victim. The feel of Clementine squeezing his hand should’ve been amazing. It should’ve made his stomach do flips. Instead he just felt so enormously guilty. When she asked he let his eyes fall on her, still soft, but now determined. “Clem, you don’t have to try and make me feel better. I don’t even deserve that. But you- you deserve to know what I am. I…” Squeezing her hand for strength he wondered how much longer he could push his luck like this before she inevitably decided to kick him out. “I’m a mutant. And- and I have this ability that, it’s like Jekyll and Hyde. And my Hyde is called the beast and it- it did this to you. You’re safe though. It gets quiet after it comes out. It can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t ever let it hurt you again.” 

Kieran’s hand was soft in hers, and while the last time he’d been this close to her, the beast had come out and attacked her, she somehow felt safe. She got a small knot in her stomach that seemed to burst with little butterflies as he looked at her, but she swallowed the thought, he mind filled with too many thoughts to really consider this one too deeply. She hated how he looked at her right now, she could practically feel the guilt radiating off of him. She wanted to help him push it away, to assure him that it wasn’t his fault, but she knew that was far easier said than done. She had her own guilts that she’d been working to swallow; but again she wasn’t going to think about those now. She watched him wipe his eyes, a motion she was all too familiar with. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” She says again, letting him know it’s okay if he cries. She knows theres hypocrisy in her words, since she hated to cry in front of others as well. But she was the type that always wanted others to be okay, and feel okay,  and sometimes that meant just letting it out. His fingers tightened around hers, and she was glad her hand wasn’t hurt, because the security of it made her feel grounded. She keeps quiet as he speaks, not wanting to interrupt him in fear that he wouldn’t keep sharing what he wanted to.  The first moment she’d met Kieran, she knew he was hiding something. He was quiet, and recluse, but she never asked. She knew everyone had their own demons they fought, and that if he ever felt that he wanted to share those with her, he would. She wasn’t one to pry, rather be there when her friends needed. She’d spent a lot of time in the last few weeks just being around Kieran. They didn’t speak much, but she read and he played his game, and they quietly enjoyed each other’s company. But throughout it all she could tell there was something that weighed on him greatly, and now she understood. 

Clementine runs a thumb over his knuckles as she squeezes gently back, eyes so soft as she looks at him, feeling his pain coming off him in waves. “Oh Kieran...” She blinks, choosing each word carefully. “That must be so hard for you. It must be very scary.. not knowing when he’s going to come out.” She wants to know that she’s not scared of him--the beast maybe, but she understands that while they share a body, they are not the same.  “This wasn’t your fault Kier... I promise, I don’t blame you.” She runs her thumb over his knuckles again soothingly, wishing she could do more to comfort him. “Please, please don’t blame yourself. I’m going to be okay.” 

[clementine-kent]

nova-chen‌:

The moment she walked into the shop with her vibrant personality, Nova felt his tiredness melt away with her laugh. Her positivity was infectious, and her outlook on life was refreshing. Whenever he looked at her, Nova silently wished that he had taken the chance to get to know people when he was her age. A friend to admire, a chance encounter at the library — all experiences he had missed out on due to being a wallflower… and sometimes even literally talking to wallflowers instead of people. Perhaps he was living vicariously through Clementine’s stories of meeting others, but he wasn’t too keen on admitting if this was the case since Nova rarely let himself indulge in anything — even the good tidings of others.

“Oh, how lucky it is to be young and in love…” Nova commented half-serious, half-jokingly, silently being told by the plants about her little smile and reddening cheeks. “…I think this is where most people would say ‘I wish I was your age again,’ but I don’t think I share in that sentiment…” He then added on vaguely as his voice trailed off, and he stared into bustling downtown street, not really looking at the people or cars. Part of him believed in letting bygones be bygones, but it was moreso that he really had no desire to re-live the tribulations of his early adulthood. If he had to be completely honest with himself, there was still lingering feelings from that time that he still had yet to reconcile.

…Nova. Novaaa. NOVA!! A nearby miniature pine tree gave him a sharp stab in the side with one its needled branches. “—Ow! Huh? What? Oh, I apologize, I must’ve dozed off or spaced out… Sorry that I’m so tired…” Another yawn escaped him while he gave Clementine an apologetic look, though he still looked a little dazed. Thoughts about the past were becoming more frequent these days, and it was slightly troubling to him. 

Sensing Nova’s distracted and tired mind, the plants decided to take the conversation into their own leaves. The fern that Clementine had greeted gladly wrapped its tendril around her finger, and utilizing a bit of Nova’s freely flowing magic, found its voice to speak: “Hey Clementine, can you show us what Paxton looks like? Pleaaaassee?” The other plants rustled their petals and leaves in excitement, apparently also sharing in Fern’s curiosity. 

Nova was someone Clementine loved to be around. He was a kind and gentle man, and she made her feel like this place wasn’t all so strange and unfamiliar. When she was working with Nova and his plants, she felt more at home than anywhere else she’d been. Clementine bit her lip, and blushed with a small laugh. “Oh well, I wouldn’t exactly say in love.” She grinned, the light gossiping always a highlight of her day. Sure, when she was back in her own time she’d had a few crushes, but everyone here in Ceres were so interesting and well... attractive, so she couldn’t help it. “I mean, being my age isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be, somewhere between and teen and an adult.. it’s pretty confusing.” She presses a finger against the dirt of one of the flowers, checking to see if it needed any water. 

The pair stood in silence for a few moments while they worked, Clementine taking in the fresh scent of the plants. Her brows raised when he spoke again, turning her face towards him. “It’s okay, though you sure do spend a lot of time not sleeping for someone who works all day. Are you having trouble with it? I know my dad used to have trouble sleeping and sometimes i’d help him relax with illusions, if you ever needed, I could always help.” She smiled and grabbed a watering can from the side, giving a daffodil to her left some water. The small tendril of Fern wrapped around her finger making Clementine giggle slightly, always amazed with Nova’s powers. Her lips part in slight surprise when Fern speak’s aloud through Nova’s magic, always amazing her. “Oh, yes, of course!” She gently takes her finger back when Fern lets it go, taking a small step to the side lifting her palms, and imagining Paxton’s face. With her power came an amazing visual memory, and she slowly created him into existence beside her, each detail exact. Suddenly there he was, standing beside her smiling like he had when they’d first met. She bites her lip giving the illusion a small smile before turning to the flowers. “He’s pretty cute, right?” She leaves him there for a few moments before letting her hands fall, and he slowly disappears. She shakes her a head a little, knowing her cheeks are again in a full blown blush, and she busy’s herself again with the plants. 

[clementine-kent]

aureliaxvale‌:

@clementine-kent

Aurelia hated hospitals.

There was so much going on for an institution that held the bridge between life and death. She’d been to these plenty of times for injuries of her own as she was more prone to it than her sister. After all, her abilities had the tendency to over do itself and create self-inflict wounds. Therefore, this was seen as her second home when she was learning to control them.

Upon entering the hospital, she approached the front desk to be taken to the room where her student laid. Quietly walking in, Aura’s gazed softened as she took in Clementine’s state. An overwhelming sense of guilt washed over her as she felt responsible for putting her in this position. She should have watched over her and kept her safe, but with her overbearing responsibilities, she let this one slip off her hands. Fuck, if Rhea saw her now, she would not have entrusted her daughter to Aurelia. 

This really wasn’t her month.

“Hey hun’.” she called out as she approached her bedside and took a seat. Reaching out for Clem’s hand, she gave it a light squeeze and asked, “How are you feeling?” 

Her body ached as Clementine shifted her head slightly, her neck stiff. While the doctors had said the worst was over, and they had been able to stop the swelling in her brain with the surgery, they wanted to keep her in the hospital for a little while longer to keep an eye on her. Blinking slowly, Clementine swallowed against the dryness of her throat, each breath sending shooting pain up her sides where bruises surely lined her skin. Her eyes flickered up when she heard footsteps coming into her room, a soft smile spreading onto her lips, ignoring the pain, as she saw Aurelia. 

“Hi.” Her voice is quiet and raspy but she still smiles anyway. Her heart warmed to see the familiar face, having been alone for most of the day after she’d insisted Kieran go back to the academy and get some rest. She nods a little, but quickly realizes that wasn’t the best move, when her head pounds with dizzying pain. She closes her eyes for a moment letting the pain subside before opening them again lips still trying to smile towards Aurelia. “I’m okay, a bit sore, but the doctors say I’m going to make a full recovery, which is great.” She bites a lip, trying to add some positivity to the situation. “Thank you for coming Aurelia, I really appreciate it.”

[clementine-kent]

kieran-whittard‌:

It was quiet. Even for someone who spent ten years living underground the room was too quiet. Just the sound of his and Clem’s breathing and the beeping of the machine she was hooked up to. A machine that Kier hadn’t even understood the purpose of when the doctors had tried to explain to him. The voice in his head was absent as well. The beast having crawled back into the recesses of Kieran’s brain after laying waste to the girl in front of him. 

She would’ve looked peaceful if not for the stitches just above her eyebrow. Kieran knew there must be others but thankfully they were covered by bandages. He didn’t think he could’ve sat in that room knowing the full damage that he’d done to her. But she’d been asleep for hours and even Kier knew that meant nothing good.

When she speaks Kieran thinks its a hallucination. His brain playing tricks on him as per usual. But he looks up anyway, face softening as he watches her move, convinced his own hope she’ll wake up has taken control of his senses. Then she says something that Kieran didn’t think he’d hear in his wildest dreams. “Clem? You’re- .” He shakes his head. “I should be the one asking you if you’re okay. I- .” Slowly he reaches out for her hand, unsure if she’ll even be able to feel it. Wrapping his fingers around hers as his eyes begin to fill with tears. “I am so sorry. I- I can go if you want me to I just wanted to make sure you woke up.” 

Clementine’s father was a fighter. She’d learnt from a young age what it meant to stand true and strong as she watched him in the ring. She’d grown up around boxers, much to her mother’s dismay, but Rhea had fallen in love with the tall strong man with gentle eyes and a soft heart, so she often found herself with baby Clementine on her hip, watching her husband fight like his life depended on it. For Clementine, it was magical to watch her father, her hero, do what he was so incredibly talented at doing. But like many others, Markus had his own demons that he dealt with. Monsters that hid inside his mind that held him captive for days on end, while Clementine sat by his side, projecting soft illusions of colour in his dark room. Her father had taught her to be strong, to raise her chin a little higher when the world seemed to be pushing against you.

Swallowing against the dry lump in her throat, Clementine thought of her father now when she looked at Kieran, with his sad face and soft heart, and she knew now that he too had demons that took control of him. She now understood the brokenness in his eyes that she’d recognized the first day she’d met him. Her body ached as each breath rose and fell from her chest, an act she’d never had to focus on so much, but now each breath took work. Fingers twitch ever so slightly when he reaches for her hand, but she doesn’t pull away. The monster isn’t here anymore, and while she didn’t know if it would come out again, she let her own fingers curl around his gently. “No, no, don’t go.” She speaks quietly, her usual ramblings lost as the air hung stagnant between them. She hurt. Everything hurt. She didn’t know if she should call a nurse for the pain she felt—the last time she’d been in a hospital was when she’d broken her arm falling out of a tree when she was 7, but that pain was nothing compared to the deep ache she felt in her chest. She didn’t know how hurt she was, but for now she was fine with not knowing.

Her eyes softened more when Kieran’s eyes welled, her own wanting to cry, but she’d never been great at crying in front of others. Her fingers squeezed a little around his, an attempt to comfort. “Hey, no… I’m okay.” She didn’t know if it was the truth, but her natural instinct was to make it better.  “Kieran, Iook at me, I’m awake. I’m okay.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself in that moment, but she continued. “I know that wasn’t you… I know that… okay?”

[clementine-kent]

nova-chen‌:

“There she is!!” Nova announced as Clementine walked into the shop. “Now can you all stop bothering me about her love life? Just ask her yourselves…” He only pretended to be tired of hearing the plants constantly badger him about Clementine’s latest crush. In truth, he was curious too, as he had never really experience the feelings that Clementine had described when talking about those she liked — except maybe that one time he had met her. 

Nova then turned to give Clementine a tired, yet welcoming smile. He hadn’t slept properly the past few days due to being called out on ranger missions, and he was happy that he had someone he trusted to look after the shop while he would rest for a bit. “Why don’t you tell us about that girl again, Clementine? Maybe it can serve as my bed-time story…” He gave a little yawn as he settled into the papasan chair near the counter.

( @clementine-kent )

Bells jingled from the door as she walked into the shop, beaming towards Nova and his array of plants. She lets out an instant laugh when he speaks, his voice making its way to the plants she could not hear, yet knew had plenty to say. She’d come across Nova’s floral shop and café during one of her first days of wandering through Ceres and instantly fell in love. The shop was adorable and smelt of fresh plants. When she’d first met Nova, she knew right away the pair would be quick friends, and she’d asked early on if she could volunteer to help him in the shop. Finding someone that could communicate with plants was nothing short of a fairytale for Clementine, and spending time with Nova and the flowers gave her something to do when she wasn’t doing lessons at the Academy.

“My love life? Or you mean my lack of a love life?” She laughs as she pulls off her backpack, putting it down in the corner. She noted the tiredness in her friends eyes but didn’t say anything. Clementine bites her lips when he speaks again, brows raising into a surprised and slightly embarrassed expression. “Girl? Um, oh! Genny.” She turns to face away from Nova now so he can’t see the little grin she holds. Her fingers gently caress the plant closest to her lips still spreading into a smile. “Hey Fern.” She says softly in greeting to the plant. “Genny is just a friend.” She speaks to Nova but keeps her back turned. “She’s great though.” Clementine bites her lip, pushing the thoughts out of her mind. She just really looked up to Genny, right? Though the world had changed from where she’d come, the societal pressures of intolerance still haunted her mind.

Turning, she faces Nova again, smile brightening up towards him. “I did meet this boy though, in the library the other day.” Her eyes sparkle, recounting the interaction she’d had. “He was… wow he was really cute.” She can already feel the words falling from her mouth faster than she can catch them. “His name is Paxton, and he’s like, really smart. Like wicked smart. And… get this, he can teleport. He’s just... yeah.” Clem can already feel herself blushing, but she knew she could trust Nova and his plants.  

[clementine-kent]

aster-reinhart‌:

“Just?” Aster questioned, letting his gaze sweep over the trees as he raised his eyebrow. He was no one to criticise someone for downplaying their abilities but he wasn’t about to let the girl who saved him from a mental attack sell herself short. “This is i- i- i- i- i- i- i- i- amazing this- right, yeah, okay.” He nervously watched as the space around them shrunk, worried that his father would suddenly appear again. Aster found himself scrunching his hands in the grass, the grass that wasn’t even real, waiting for the pain to hit him again but- None came. He let his hands relax again as he looked at Clementine, nodding in response though really he felt there was nothing to apologise for. “Yeah- yeah I don’t really know what that was. Other than an old demon come back to haunt me. Which- which is probably because um, I um, right. You’re powered so um, I died. I died in the battle and since I’ve come back I- I don’t think my head’s been right.” Aster admitted, gaze fallen to the ground as he tugged at the end’s of his sleeves.

Clementine always really prided herself in being a fairly good judge of character (something she may be a bit naive to believe), but she could tell Aster was a good person. He had a gentle demeanour to him, but she could tell that there was a lot behind the episode that she’d just witnessed. She kept part of her mind on the illusions around them, far more manageable now that they were smaller. She kept her expression soft as he spoke, being sure not to interrupt. Her brows raise as he speaks, a layer of shock settling on her. “You died?” She knew that Ceres was full of strange beings and creatures, so someone dying and coming back to life shouldn’t be that much of a shock, but she couldn’t help as her lips parted forming a small ‘o’. “Are you um... like immortal.. or, oh god, you’re not a ghost, right? Are there ghosts here? But I could touch you.. so you couldn’t be. Oh god, I’m sorry, that was really rude, you probably shouldn’t just ask if someone is a ghost.” She clamps her mouth shut, cursing her rambling that always seemed to get the better of her. “I’m really sorry to hear that you died...” She swallowed, trying to pick her words carefully. “Can I ask what happened?” 

[clementine-kent]

queuedgodd‌:

“her name is mozzarella,” godrick answered the girl’s question to mozz.  “she two years old and forgets her manners when cute girls are in her presence.”  if anything, godrick would admit that mozz was a good judge of character;  he assumed that’s why she ran straight to this girl.

godrick bit back the amused smile from coming to him as he watched girl’s actions.  he wasn’t unaware, he knew.  gently, he took the leash from the girl’s hand.  “she’s only cute when she wants something,” godrick said, glancing down at the maltipoo.  he reached into his pocket and tossed her a treat, before commanding her to take her proper sit position.  “i’m sorry if she bothered you or anything,” he apologized sincerely to the younger girl and gave her a gentle smile, “but it is nice to meet you, clementine.  hopefully, if mozz and i ever run into you again, she remembers her manners.”

he was ready to leave but he’d been lecturing about mozz’ manners that he forgot his own.  “oh, sorry,” he laughed, “i’m godrick, by the way.  well, quentin godrick but who wants to go by quentin?”

Clementine clamps her teeth down into her bottom lip as she half smiles half grimaces at her own idiocy. A tumble of giggles escaped her lips when he called her cute, and she had to turn her face down to keep her from embarrassing herself any further. Her eyes land on the dog as she swallows, trying to keep herself focused on something other than the man’s perfect face. She watched the dog do her trick and Clementine smiles, eyes flickering back up for a moment. “Oh no, she’s great. I love dogs. Wish I could have one, but I live at the academy and I don’t think they let the students there have pets, so can’t have one just yet.” She rambles on, nodding. She continues to kick herself when she sees he’s about to move on, their interaction just a kind exchange, but she had to prolong it like the idiot she was, introducing herself. “Quinten is a nice name.” She offers up kindly. “But, yes, Godrick, got it.” She closes her mouth, biting down on the inside of her cheek to keep from any other words coming out of her mouth.

[clementine-kent]

reichhardt‌:

“Yo, yo- oh ho ho!” Christine chuckled as some children and teenagers surrounded her. She never thought that she’d take a step into Altimira Academy. As far as she knew, she was just a normal human with terrible dreams and even though the director told her that it was possible that something could be going on, she chose to ignore it all, just like how she would ignore some of of the pain during training. If she could push through a tough training session then she could surely get through nightmares. 

That wasn’t why she was here though. 

The mixed martial artist was trying to solve an unsolved mystery that belonged to the boxing world. The great Markus Kent, boxing extraordinaire, had a terrible ending that not only ended his career but also his life. From what she could gather, the disappearance of his family was a great factor. However, to this day, no one seemed to know exactly what happened, but Christine was determined to solve the mystery of her idol. 

With the help of Jackson’s assistants, she managed to find someone with the same name as Markus Kent’s daughter. She wasn’t sure about the details of how this Kent was connected to the big picture, but according to her brother, the assistants weren’t hired to feed her bullshit, so she went a long with it. 

“Hey!” Christine signed someone’s shirt before asking rather loudly, “Where’s this Clementine Kent lady at? Is she a teacher? I want to meet her and stuff!” // @clementine-kent​

Students bustled through the hallway as they moved room to room between classes. Having finished her classes for the day, Clementine moved through the hall with a book tucked under one arm. Weaving her way between the bodies, smiling occasionally at the odd person, Clem worked her way to the front of the academy. She’d looked so forward to sitting under a tree outside and starting the fourth Harry Potter book. Eyes catching a commotion up ahead in the lobby, she let her curiosity get the better of her, feet following the crowding of bodies. Younger students crowded a woman that Clem didn’t recognize, and she smiled at the children’s curiosity and eagerness with a new person. She was just about to turn away when the woman called out her name. Her face screwing up in confusion, the students parted, looking towards her as she stood there, book in hand. “Oh, um.. hi... I’m Clementine.” She said, awkwardly tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Oh no... um I’m not a teacher, I think I’m a little young for that, just a student.” 

[clementine-kent]

kieran-whittard‌:

Kieran was curled up on one end of a sofa in the common room. Tapping away at his game, tongue held between his lips in concentration, he didn’t notice someone sit next to him. But the moment she sat down the ever-present worry in his head seemed to lessen and so he looked up to find it’s source, and there she was. Clementine. Smiling at him, laughing even at how oblivious to the world he was. Though all she did was say hi and begin reading her book, Kieran immediately felt at ease. He liked it when she did this. When she would come and sit beside him knowing that he wouldn’t want to talk. She was smart that way. Actually, Clementine was smart in a lot of ways. 

The memories swirled in Kieran’s head as he screwed his eyes shut. He didn’t have to ask to know who’d done this. He had. Now the beast was quiet and he couldn’t even ask it what it had said to her. Kieran wanted to know if it had offered her any kind words. Or had Clementine Kent’s last few seconds on Earth just been full of fear. He’d never know. The beast was silent. The entire library was eerily quiet except for the sound of his breathing and- Clementine’s. She was breathing. 

Kieran’s eyes shot open as he finally moved towards her, watching her chest rise and fall as a smile broke out on his face. “Clem, you’re alive you’re- .” He finally took in all the damage done to her. She wouldn’t be alive long if he didn’t do something. Ripping his jumper over his head, he bunched it up and placed it under her head, pretty sure that was something you were supposed to do. Using his sleeve he wiped the blood from her face and made sure that none of her limbs were in weird positions, all before he remembered he had a phone in his pocket. “Shit!” Kieran exclaimed as he fumbled for the device, surprised with himself that he even remembered how to get to the dial screen and the emergency number. “I need an ambulance! My friend was attacked by… My friend was attacked by a monster. She’s breathing but I don’t know- Oh, right we’re in the library I- .”

After that Kieran doesn’t remember much. The emergency services hung up. It felt like years before they arrived and carried Clementine out on a stretcher. Kieran joined her in the ambulance, being looked over by paramedics confused as to why he was completely unharmed. And why he couldn’t tell them what the monster looked like. Kieran didn’t know. He’d never know. After that they wheeled Clem into the hospital, leaving Kieran in the waiting room with other uninjured people. But they probably hadn’t hurt the people they brought in. Now he was sat next to Clementine’s bed. Head in hands as he could no longer stare at her still body. But he willed her to wake up. He hoped with everything he had that she’d wake up. 

She couldn’t see the world around her, her lids too heavy. But her head, oh god her head hurt. Pain drove into her head like sharp spikes and she was sure at any moment her skull would crack open. She didn’t know if minutes or hours passed, but she knew she was alive, the pain reminded her of that. Her chest ached with each laboured breath, but she continued to suck in the cool air. Voices suddenly boomed around her and hands gripped her body, and she could have sworn she called out in pain, but no noise actually found its way out of her lungs. 

Paramedics rush her into the emergency room, bodies and hands working quickly around her, voices calling out orders. She fazes in and out of consciousness, the glimmer of illusioned butterflies flitting around the heads of the doctors. Her lips murmur until a mask is placed over her face, coaxing her to sleep.  

Numerous hours later, she’d undergone surgery to relieve the swelling in her brain and numerous stitches along the wounds where the beast’s claws had dug into her side, she now lies in the hospital bed. Doctors were amazed that she suffered no broken limbs, and only a few cracked ribs. The real damage had been done to her head, when it had hit the bookshelves over and over again. She’d gotten lucky though, they said, that it hadn’t been worse. 

As the anesthesia wore off, Clementine first felt the dullness of the pain, eased by medications. Her eyes cracked open, and her breath caught, confusion settling in for a moment not sure where she was. Thirty seconds passed as the memories of the attack flooded her brain, and she felt her heart rate rise, the machine beside her beeping more rapidly. She swallows, the scenery around her is safe--she is safe. Her tongue runs over her dry lips, and her eyes shift around, landing on the figure beside her. “H-hey..” Her voice cracks, her chest aches with the effort. She turns her head slightly but the pain overwhelms her for a moment, causing her to close her eyes. Once the pain subsides a little, she opens her eyes, landing on the boy she’d seen transform. But she knew already that the thing he’d become... that wasn’t him. 

“Kier... are you okay?” 

[clementine-kent]

dinosaurswanted‌:

His heart fluttered up into his chest at the lingering eye contact before it broke at the sound of the curious outburst, laugh bubbling up from his throat in surprise even as the sound of his own heartbeat flooded his ears, “YEAH!” Too high, too loud. Flush darkening across his features as he cleared the dryness from his throat, eyes widening as embarrassment seemed to settle over her words, rushing to reassure her,  “Uh..yeah. No, no, no – hey, whoa, dude, I talk about my powers all the time, I mean not all the time, like I’m not obsessed with talking about them, like I’m not Gaston or anything but I mean it’s cool here. Other countries too, it’s way more acceptable to be, uh, ‘gifted’ or 'mutated’ or whatever you wanna call it.” 

Blinking, he looked down at the book being offered to him. Oh yeah. There were books. What was he reading about again? Lizards? Wizards? Geez, she’s…really, really cute. Crap. Be cool, dude. Taking it gingerly he felt the frenetic energy thrumming through him pop-skip before settling into something softer, words tumbling out as he met that warm gaze again, “Thanks…h-hey, …I’m Pax….” DUDE. Nose scrunching slightly as he shook his head a bit, attempting to throw off the awkwardness and force his brain to kickstart a save, “What I meant was hey, it’s nice to meet you. If you want I could help you uh carry these…and show you some more teleporting stuff?”

Her palms clammed up a little as the boy talked, his words coming out just as scattered and flustered at hers, but in that moment she didn’t seem to notice. A small laugh escaped her lips along with his, his voice filling the quiet air of the library perhaps just a little too loud, but she didn’t mind. She bites her lower lip, eyes flicking up and down between the boy and the books, not sure where to land. Her mouth spread into a smile when he spoke about his power, a bit a relief settling over her. She tilts her head, brows furrowing for a moment... “Gaston?” She asks before she realizes she shoulder--yet another reference she didn’t get. 

“Yeah um... where I’m from people weren’t so nice when it came to powers. It really sucked.” She bit her lip again, trying not to focus her gaze on him too long, her heart skipping a little. The book passed between nervous hands became the focus of Clementine’s gaze, eyes skittering across the title but not really taking it in. What was it she’d come here for again? Right... books from this century. Her hands found their way to gather the young adult fiction she’d found, trying to keep herself focused on something other than the cute boy that was in front of her. 

“I’m Clementine.” She finally brought her eyes back up, meeting the hazel of his that seemed to invite her in with a kindness she found comfort in. “It’s really nice to meet you too.” Her eyes widen a little at his offer, excitement getting the better of her. “Really? Wow, um, I mean, you don’t need to carry my books, it looks like you’ve got a ton of your own... you must have some huge school project or something. But really, it’s fine, I got these.” She shuffles the stack of books in her arms, not sure how the other would even manage with her small haul on top of his. She stands, straightening her stance with the books now in her arms. “But I mean, I’d really love to see more of the teleportation stuff...” She pauses for a moment, unable to help herself from over sharing. “I um, I could show you my power too... if you’d like” 

[clementine-kent]

kieran-whittard‌:

This was the little Clementine that little Kieran had been thinking about so much. Clementine. Clementine. Clementine. She was so small. And oh so scared. Those wide eyes inviting as she scurried away. The beast could only laugh, low and wicked, broad shoulders shaking as it dropped down onto all fours. Following behind the girl at its own pace. Knowing it could catch her whenever it wanted. It manoeuvred over the debris with ease, pausing for a second at her failed illusion. “Fighting back are we? Maybe you should try something scarier than a wall. Perhaps, a clown.” The beast punctuated the sentence by punching through a bookcase, sending several of them to the ground like dominoes, blocking off any exits the girl might’ve had in mind. “Or a spider.” It did the same again on the other side, snickering as she fell. 

Kieran was screaming in the back of its mind, begging it to leave Clementine alone. Oh, he had called her Clem. He was using nicknames now. How sweet. Too bad he wouldn’t remember any of this in a few minutes. Little Kieran would be left with the dead girl’s body and no one else to blame. “Oh, sweet, sweet girl. No one can hear you.” It’s voice echoed in the room as the beast hid itself from view. “Except of course our little Kieran. He’s very worried about you. Sounds as if he’s in agony. Let’s not leave him to suffer, hmm? I know you wouldn’t want that. Clementine.” It dropped silently behind her, raising one clawed hand above her head as it whispered. “Boo.” It threw her against one bookcase. Then another. Like a rag-doll. The sounds of her bones breaking reaching its ears above the sounds of cascading books and snapping wood. When it was done she was a heap on the ground, though the beast rolled her over with its foot, her face now turned upwards as it stared down at her. She was still alive. The beast allowed her to be, deciding that her rejection would hurt Kieran so much more than just a simple murder.

It snarled once again, marking its kill before it gradually began to shrink. Falling onto the ground as an exhausted Kieran regained control. Human features returning as he breathed deeply into his lungs. Coughing as he peeled himself off of the ground and began to blink his eyes open, willing them to work. Then he saw her. “No.” His voice is too loud, it scratches his throat as he weakly rises to his feet. Limping over to her before collapsing again at her side. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Clementine I- Clementine can you hear me? Clementine please. Please don’t be. Clem- .” His throat closes up as he cries. Racked with guilt as he rocked on his knees, too scared of himself to even touch her. 

Clementine was lucky enough in her life to have never known much fear. Sure there was the fear of living as a mutant in her time, hell there was the fear of living as a person of colour in her time, but she’d been fortunate enough to not have faced fear like this in her life--until now. Palms pressed against the floor where she fell, the voice of the monster behind her hummed through the air, shaking her to her very core. Her heart hammered against her chest as she jumped, the monster knocking book shelves in her way, and she had the sinking realization that she was not getting out of this. She pushed her hands away from the ground, sitting up a little, the room suddenly going silent other than the shallow sounds of her breath. Her vision spun a little with the adrenaline that had pumped into her brain, lips shaking and eyes welling. She didn’t hear the monster drop down behind her. 

“Boo.”

Her scream echoed through the walls of the library as he claws of the beast gripped onto her, piercing her skin. Pain bloomed from the grip, but it was nothing compared to when her body hit the first bookcase, ribs cracking against the wood, pushing the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping. She blinked, and suddenly Clem was being thrown against another bookcase, catching the back of her head, stars exploding in her vision, the world around her fuzzing out. Again and again her body was thrown around, the corner of a bookshelf catching her forehead, leaving a gash that poured blood over her face. She didn’t know if she was screaming, or if all the air had left her lungs. All she knew was that pain was becoming numbness, and the world was becoming hazy. Finally, after what seemed like forever, her body came crumbling to the ground, the world suddenly real again, and the pain in her body all too real. She couldn’t move, everything seemed to be broken--or at least it felt like it. Her body screamed in pain when the monster pushed her over with it’s foot, and her let out a small whimper. She tasted blood in her mouth as she looked into it’s face, eyes feeling heavy and her head feeling dizzy. She wanted to speak, to say something, but soft tears stung her cheeks, and her lids grew heavy as her mind forced her into unconsciousness. She didn’t see or hear Kieran come back, as her body lay motionless, him crying beside her. 

[clementine-kent]

queuedgodd‌:

– @clementine-kent​

dogs were worse than children, sometimes.  rarely, but in this case, he took his eyes off mozzarella for just one second and that maltipoo took off in some unknown direction, carrying her leash in her mouth as she did.  “i swear, mozzie,” godrick as he briskly walked through the park in search for that cotton ball fluff of a dog.  there were few moments when he regretted getting mozzarella - the first was when she was not potty trained, the second when she decided the destroy every thing in his home, the third his shoes …and suddenly, started to wonder why he kept the dog so close to his heart.  he brushed the thoughts aside as he caught a glimpse of his pup headed toward a young woman;  mozzie really knew who to target for pets and compliments.

“ah, that lil’marshmallow would be mine,” godrick spoke as he walked over to mozzarella’s new favorite person.  “sorry, she has no manners,” he laughed, “i hope she didn’t bother you too much.”

Clementine was enjoying a walk in the park that afternoon when she hear the small yelp come towards her.  The day was warm and the sun was shining, warming her skin as her eyes looked down towards the little while ball of fluff barreling towards her. Lips spread into a smile as she knelt down, the little dog approaching her with no hesitation. “Oh hey...” She cooed, hands reaching to pet the dogs little head. “You’re adorable, are you lost?” She gave the dog a little scratch behind the ears as she licked Clementine’s fingers. “What’s your name, sweetie?” She said, reaching for the collar when she heard a voice that made her lift her head. 

Her heart instantly caught in her throat as he eyes landed on the man that approached her. Dark hues went wide as she took in what could have been the most attractive man she’d ever seen. Lips parted as she gawked, the little dog running in circles to try to get her attention. Her breath caught at she went slightly light headed looking at the man, taking in all his features. The strong jawline, the broad shoulders the perfectly sculpted... 

She blinked catching herself staring for too long. Lips moved to make a small o, she fumbles with her fingers to grab the leash that was attached to the dog, and stood, her small stature levelling far shorter than the mans. “I, um.. sorry...” She stumbled over her words, her eyes still wide and taking in the man’s sheer gorgeousness. “Right.. no, she was.. she’s great. She’s really... um, cute.” Words fell from her mouth awkwardly before she closed her lips, a silence falling between them. “Oh, right, um... here.” She outstretched one arm to offer the leash to the man. “I um.. I’m Clementine.” Stupid--why would he care who you are, you should have just given him the leash back and left. She mentally kicked herself for how incredible bogus she sounded. 

[clementine-kent]

[ northern downpour, pas de cheval, behind the sea. ]

Northern Downpour ~ do you ever feel lonely?

“Um.. I mean, well, everyone feels lonely sometimes, right?” 

Clementine doesn’t like to show others when she’s sad or lonely, but she’s been feeling more and more lonely the longer she goes without knowing what happened to her parents. 

Pas de Cheval ~ what’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you?

“Well, coming to 2018 has been pretty amazing. It’s hard that I had to leave my parents behind, but this time is so wonderful. People can do what they want, love who they want, and be who they want. It’s wonderful.” 

Behind the Sea ~ do you ever talk to god?

“I wouldn’t say I really talk to a specific god. I think that there’s something out there that’s bigger than we are. So yeah, I sometimes talk to whatever higher power I’m sure that’s out there.”