Re: [declan and clementine, marvel]
[Clementine saved lives these days. She knew how to kill herself a zombie without crying and crumbling, and she could shoot nazis in a bunch of smoke, and not linger over the kickback or brains spattering her face. She'd come real far, and she wasn't real sure how much of it was good, how much of it was real terrible. But she still didn't bat an eyelash at the notion of letting Declan handle the dealing. Her momma, that woman never managed a damn thing. As modern woman as Clementine was, there were some things she was real traditional 'bout, that she liked being real traditional 'bout. If it was up to her, someone else would manage all the daily parts of living.
She let Declan help her onto the boat, and she barely listened to the words the man was saying at Declan. She was running her hand over the wheel, thinking it was real shiny, and she only looked over when Declan's voice rose at the end, like he was asking her something meaningful. But she hadn't heard a thing the man selling the boat said, and so she just smiled at Declan, that real pretty smile made for big screens and bright lights.
But she did look when he swept his hand wide, and she was near the side of the boat now, looking on down at the blue. She gave his question some real thinking, and it showed on her face that she wasn't brushing it off easy.] I think it sounds real fine.
[She moved closer, wound an arm with Declan's and leaned against his side, like they were close as could be. The man selling the boat looked like he wanted to give them some privacy, and Clementine, she knew her and Declan didn't look much like relations.] Think it sounds nice, being out in the middle of nothing and just blue all around. Nothing bad. Nothing smelling awful, nothing hurting. [She blinked up at her brother.] I'll learn. You got my word.