( the bruising on his hand is obvious, and Clarke uses a cure spell without much thought in order to heal his hand of the fracture. there's no real physical response to him taking her hands, but the close proximity of him has the sound of his pulse louder, and Clarke's eyes turn to his neck for a moment, knowing where that pulse is coming from.
her breathing speeds up for a moment, and the veins around her eyes begin to form, irises turning black. she can hear his blood rushing through his veins and she's not hungry but she wants the blood and the need for it is overwhelming, rushing in her ears, deafening-
Clarke rips her hands from his and uses her new speed to move away, back pressed to the wall opposite him as she forces herself to breathe, silver irises returning, the veins around her eyes disappearing. she doesn't want to feed on anything right now, she doesn't need the blood, she doesn't want to hurt Bellamy. it's a mantra that continues on repeat in her head until she's steady again, taking a deep breath. )
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her breathing speeds up for a moment, and the veins around her eyes begin to form, irises turning black. she can hear his blood rushing through his veins and she's not hungry but she wants the blood and the need for it is overwhelming, rushing in her ears, deafening-
Clarke rips her hands from his and uses her new speed to move away, back pressed to the wall opposite him as she forces herself to breathe, silver irises returning, the veins around her eyes disappearing. she doesn't want to feed on anything right now, she doesn't need the blood, she doesn't want to hurt Bellamy. it's a mantra that continues on repeat in her head until she's steady again, taking a deep breath. )
Sorry- I'm sorry. I just need a second.