( the force of her crying makes her stomach turn unpleasantly, chest burning with the heave of air in and out of her lungs. the panic that rises in her is bone crushing, makes every part of her tremble and shake with the force of it. she had called Lauralae family, loved her, and the pain of this is too much. the loss feels monumental.
it might be that Clarke's tie to the Drabwurld had not been severed, and it may be that Lauralae does not have one that can be cut the way a shardbearers is able to be, but the divide that has been set between them now feels worlds wide, galaxies away. Clarke is sure even if she could reach for her now, Lauralae would be nothing more than a ghost; ethereal, slipping through her fingers, left intangible in the wake of their severed bond.
there's no response to give to Bellamy now, but she does hold on tighter to him; the smallest indicator that she hears him. )
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it might be that Clarke's tie to the Drabwurld had not been severed, and it may be that Lauralae does not have one that can be cut the way a shardbearers is able to be, but the divide that has been set between them now feels worlds wide, galaxies away. Clarke is sure even if she could reach for her now, Lauralae would be nothing more than a ghost; ethereal, slipping through her fingers, left intangible in the wake of their severed bond.
there's no response to give to Bellamy now, but she does hold on tighter to him; the smallest indicator that she hears him. )