[ she's ready to jostle her elbow again, thinking at first that it's the same vague someone as the first tug... but then clarke's speaking and the fact that it's clarke has her flinching instead, just enough to jerk her elbow out of clarke's grasp and in toward her own torso as the rest of raven whirls on her with eyes ablaze with wounded fury. ]
You don't fucking touch me. [ in sharp contrast with her raw-throated screaming at finn, her tone now is low and sharp as a knife. ]
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You don't fucking touch me. [ in sharp contrast with her raw-throated screaming at finn, her tone now is low and sharp as a knife. ]