( she's restless beyond reason. it's nothing in particular that's wedged its way under her skin, but compared to the last six months, March has felt relatively- calm? and while she knows she should be thankful for that, it leaves her with energy to burn that she can only do so much with. with her morning run with Bellamy and Rhea long finished, she works on her flexibility in the back yard, now that it's starting to warm up for the spring again.
it's only when she's rounding herself out from a handstand and Rhea is trying to lick her face that Clarke calls it a lost cause: this just isn't working. her spare energy is digging at her, and she's pretty sure Bellamy isn't busy, which means he is absolutely going to be her next course of action to work this out of her system.
pulling on a tunic and her boots once she's inside, she's already working on braiding her hair back when she walks into the living room. )
mid-march
it's only when she's rounding herself out from a handstand and Rhea is trying to lick her face that Clarke calls it a lost cause: this just isn't working. her spare energy is digging at her, and she's pretty sure Bellamy isn't busy, which means he is absolutely going to be her next course of action to work this out of her system.
pulling on a tunic and her boots once she's inside, she's already working on braiding her hair back when she walks into the living room. )
How's your arm?