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. ([info]mareas) wrote in [info]rooms,
Re: [declan and clementine, marvel]
[Clementine thought everyone was delusional. Young, she'd done plenty of stupid things on account of wanting a man, one that didn't want her worth a lick. Now, older some, and she didn't see the point. No point chasing after a thing that didn't want you. What good was winning a man like that? Wasn't ever going to give his heart and soul over, not if he'd been caught like some wild horse and broke. Clementine, she might not believe in loving her ownself, but she thought the sentiment came free, given away and not taken.

Most days, she wasn't real sure what the Murphys had to give. Wasn't their fault. Their daddy was a ramrod stick of a man, even to her. He didn't love well, and he didn't love easy. Her, he loved, but he loved her selfish and wearing too little, and he loved his others only so long as they looked right and did right. If they didn't, they were sent off crazy and locked up, and nothing that would make him look bad. Wasn't loving, and she figured that touched every damn one of them, even the ones daddy hadn't touched 'neath their clothes.

But Declan, he was talking 'bout water, and she didn't think she'd ever seen that look on his face. She liked it; she stared some, and she missed them coming up on all that blue, and she didn't look 'til he said there it was.

This wasn't like Savannah. It wasn't willows kissing the water, and it wasn't lazy sailboats and money in a Bay. This water, it felt like it went bigger, and she pointed at the dock with the boat, the one she'd gotten directions for.] She's there. End of the dock.

[There was a man waiting for them, and the boat was probably too old some for what he was asking, and maybe some too big for a single sailor, but Clementine, she wasn't wise to any of that. She hadn't been sailing since she was small, and then it was her daddy controlling the rudder and sails.

Clementine, she just hopped on out of the truck and went looking.]

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