[ there's a kind of jealousy, an outrage, that bubbles up beneath clarisse's skin and at the back of her throat when luke mentions lancelot, but she swallows it down, forces herself to bite her tongue and keep her mouth shut. this isn't an argument; she's simply being outranked. and if the seelie marshall needs luke, there isn't much say she could have in the matter, not even if she took it up with ridire. but she wouldn't — luke isn't some plaything to fight over, and despite the childish whining in the back of her head, the tantrum she could throw over not getting what she wants, she knows she has to trust lancelot on this one (and she can't afford to let her sense of entitlement drive her actions as she'd let it during the titan war). ]
[ luke's right, anyway — and, by extension, lancelot. clarisse knows luke would be better suited to the front lines, which is why she tries her hardest not to sound too upset or disappointed or defensive that he'll be fighting in this war on a different front. she's still all of those things, but she understands this isn't just about her or her team, and taking out her irrational disappointment on luke isn't fair. before the truce, she wouldn't have cared, would have just kept barreling onward and turning this whole thing around on him, making it seem like it's his fault when it really isn't — but things are different now, and reigning in her temper has been something she's really been trying to work on, especially after she nearly ruined the negotiations with the cothromach. words may not be her strongest suit, but attempting to choose them more carefully instead of just blurting out whatever emotion-fueled rhetoric comes to mind might be something she's slowly picking up from luke's influence. ]
[ she raises a hand defensively, almost in surrender, brows drawn tightly together, more out of frustration than anger. she knows when to pick her battles, and this isn't one of them, even if she could very easily make it one. ] Okay. I get it. If Lancelot needs you, that's the end of it. [ she keeps the would've been nice to know before i wasted my time sitting on the edge of her tongue to herself. it's not anyone's fault but her own. ]
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[ luke's right, anyway — and, by extension, lancelot. clarisse knows luke would be better suited to the front lines, which is why she tries her hardest not to sound too upset or disappointed or defensive that he'll be fighting in this war on a different front. she's still all of those things, but she understands this isn't just about her or her team, and taking out her irrational disappointment on luke isn't fair. before the truce, she wouldn't have cared, would have just kept barreling onward and turning this whole thing around on him, making it seem like it's his fault when it really isn't — but things are different now, and reigning in her temper has been something she's really been trying to work on, especially after she nearly ruined the negotiations with the cothromach. words may not be her strongest suit, but attempting to choose them more carefully instead of just blurting out whatever emotion-fueled rhetoric comes to mind might be something she's slowly picking up from luke's influence. ]
[ she raises a hand defensively, almost in surrender, brows drawn tightly together, more out of frustration than anger. she knows when to pick her battles, and this isn't one of them, even if she could very easily make it one. ] Okay. I get it. If Lancelot needs you, that's the end of it. [ she keeps the would've been nice to know before i wasted my time sitting on the edge of her tongue to herself. it's not anyone's fault but her own. ]