[ honestly, clarisse is glad this isn't video. not only because her face is still hot from before, but also because there's a certain kind of fond smile that graces her lips when luke is obviously distracted by the little fox he found in the cothromach. maia is adorable, clarisse will admit that much, but it's another thing entirely to admit that she may or may not be a little charmed by the way luke talks to her in that parental sort of way, the way she can tell from his tone that he really does care about maia. ]
[ it sort of reminds her of how he used to talk to her, when she was a lot younger and things were relatively more simple. the life of a demigod is never really simple, but there was a time when things were ... easier — between them, at least — when she trusted more easily and maybe both of them cared more easily. now there are so many guards they both put up, between each other and everyone else, she sometimes wonders if either of them is really capable of caring like they used to. they're older now and so much has changed — they've changed — she knows there's never any going back to a girl who put a boy on a pedestal despite his collection of flying shoes or a boy who only ever saw potential and a good heart in a girl who grew up to disappoint him, but going forward might be easier. ]
Yeah, alright, fine. I'll meet you there. [ she almost leaves it at that, but something like jealousy nags at the back of her mind and she finds herself asking, somewhat indignantly, ] Who's Calliope? [ and why did he bother mentioning her when he's only having this conversation because clarisse called to arrange a meeting? it's a stupid feeling that tugs at her chest, the thought that he's meeting up with some other girl before what she's already stated is important. whatever. ]
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[ it sort of reminds her of how he used to talk to her, when she was a lot younger and things were relatively more simple. the life of a demigod is never really simple, but there was a time when things were ... easier — between them, at least — when she trusted more easily and maybe both of them cared more easily. now there are so many guards they both put up, between each other and everyone else, she sometimes wonders if either of them is really capable of caring like they used to. they're older now and so much has changed — they've changed — she knows there's never any going back to a girl who put a boy on a pedestal despite his collection of flying shoes or a boy who only ever saw potential and a good heart in a girl who grew up to disappoint him, but going forward might be easier. ]
Yeah, alright, fine. I'll meet you there. [ she almost leaves it at that, but something like jealousy nags at the back of her mind and she finds herself asking, somewhat indignantly, ] Who's Calliope? [ and why did he bother mentioning her when he's only having this conversation because clarisse called to arrange a meeting? it's a stupid feeling that tugs at her chest, the thought that he's meeting up with some other girl before what she's already stated is important. whatever. ]