clarke griffin (elise daniels) (deathishergift) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2016-11-05 23:23:00 |
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Everything about Atlantis felt foreign to Clarke. It was beautiful here, more beautiful than she'd even imagined. Maybe it was her time on the ground, enduring the harsh reality of an irradiated earth. Was this how it had looked so many years ago, before the bombing had turned it into a post-apocalyptic wasteland?
She sat on the patio of one of the bars, her Atlantian Blue Bubbles sitting on the table in front of her as she gazed out over the crystal blue sea. Her sketchpad was open and a new set of colored pencils was there next to it. Looking intently at the scene before her, Clarke tried her best to capture the beauty of the beach. White sand, deep blue water, gently crashing waves. It was paradise. Satisfied, at least for the moment, she slipped the sketch and the box of pencils into her bag just in time for the waitress to set her lunch on the table. Like everything else here, the food looked unreal to her. The concept of eating for anything other than survival was new to her, as had been finding out that nothing was rationed here. She could have as much as she wanted. Clarke wasn't given to gluttony, but that didn't make her any less appreciative, especially when everything tasted so good. Lifting her drink to her lips a moment later, Clarke closed her eyes and savored the flavor. It was sweet, like a blend of tropical juices. The taste was foreign to her tongue, like everything else here. She'd been told by the bartender that it was meant to taste like her favorite drink - magic, she'd been told, which was another concept that was hard to believe in - but this wasn't like anything she'd ever actually tasted before. She supposed whatever magic this place and the drink held, it was able to anticipate her taste, even for things she'd never had occasion to try before. Clarke had made up her mind in moments after hearing the message to stay and help, but even if she hadn't felt compelled to join the fight here, the food and drink alone might have been a powerful motivator. It all seemed so unreal, so impossible, but if this was all a dream, she had yet to wake up. |