[ there's a flicker to his hands, the only signal betrayed as a result of her insertion into his line of sight. clarke isn't the only one who prefers to get lose himself in the moment- in his work. that alayne comes in close, places herself between him and his self-appointed task leaves a tightening in his jaw. corded tension in the notches of his spine that he doesn't soothe so much as suffocate. the wrench starts in at his back. chuck plants his feet and doesn't give an inch beneath the pressure.
(there's a story there, one about a man who doesn't let himself move under the weight of another, but bows into tides)
chuck meets her gaze like he's proving a point (he hasn't decided if that's accurate or not yet) and keeps his silence. turns the question over like he might see something new, find a beginning if not an end. what is it you fight, ranger hansen? where the hell does he start explaining the kaiju. and does he want to. ]
no subject
(there's a story there, one about a man who doesn't let himself move under the weight of another, but bows into tides)
chuck meets her gaze like he's proving a point (he hasn't decided if that's accurate or not yet) and keeps his silence. turns the question over like he might see something new, find a beginning if not an end. what is it you fight, ranger hansen? where the hell does he start explaining the kaiju. and does he want to. ]
Monsters.
From the ocean.