DEFEAT ROLLS OFF THEIR SHOULDERS IN WAVES ;; the stench permeating the hull with it’s unbearable smell. she’s the last one off the rover, having taken an extra couple of minutes to regain the little composure she had left. it wouldn’t be long before those that had lingered in halls of their old home were brought up to speed -------------------- luna didn’t take the chip. had REFUSED to, going as far as to forcibly remove them from the oil rig she lived on.
as enticing as was the option to lick her wounds & hide among the rover’s sun-bleached upholstery, there was too much that needed to be done. not to mention the someone that she’d still have yet to see. LONG STRIDES would take her past where the others were grouped, to the lone figure that had had their eyes glued on clake ever since she’d pulled in.
❝ daphne. ❞ a rumbled greeting, accentuated only by the mirth that never failed to reach her eyes whenever the redheaded woman was involved. clarke wastes no time in drinking in the sight of her, jaw clenched as feet slow to a stop in front of her. I DON’T THINK I CAN DO THIS, is what she wants to say.
❝ i should’ve tried harder. ❞ is what comes out, a strained whisper that follows a dropped gaze.
greenscarfed didn’t like but !!
