Re: [declan and clementine, marvel]
[He was underestimating her determination real hard some. She'd learn to sail that boat on principle, just how she'd learned to kill zombies, and just how she'd gone out and found herself a hard career no one approved of any. When she set her mind to something, she was ruthless as her momma was about those Sunday suitors and bright lights. Clementine, she didn't give up easy any; she'd learn how to sail the boat, sure as she was standing on it and leaning against her brother's side.
As for that seller taking off real obvious like, it made Clementine laugh some under her breath.] Think he got the message the Murphy folks like to bed down together? [Because it was something she had to smile about these days. No point caterwauling over the past, or over the family's proclivities. She smiled up at Declan easy.] Don't fret. I ain't saying you do it any. [She couldn't remember Declan making eyes at any of the girls or boys, not to her recollection.
She let him take her wrist and lead her easy, a little smile for the fact that she acknowledged him not wanting her all tangled with him. But he was talking some, and Declan hardly ever talked, so she listened quiet as he caged her at that rail.
She leaned back against him, taking the warmth of his chest real easy against her spine, like leaning on back against him came like breathing. She considered saying something about him fishing, because she couldn't picture it worth a lick, but something kept her quiet and reverent.] We could share it. The boat. Take her out whenever you please. If you're going for a year, though, you got to tell me so I can come along. [A pause, quiet.] Daddy would take me out summers on the Bay at home. I remember the water twinkling white with sunshine that was blinding bright.