witcheking !
he knows her thoughts. that insecurity of all of them , and he can’t really blame her. the high school back and forth , sharp edge to tone , and welcoming her into the coven with those stupid little scare games. they’d not tried with him. as if they’d been told , it’s likely a bad idea. it is. another moment , after hers. follows in quiet. “ i know i’m not supposed to be here. ” a sniff , an idle glance down the hall. “ but it’s better than being out there. ” is it ? he doesn’t know , truthfully. he hasn’t been out there enough.
vulnerable, ribs cracked open to expose the rotting tissue beneath them, eyes wild with fear of the unknown. everything she once knew was gone, & suddenly the only thing she had left was this stranger ; a boy she knew nothing about yet already relied on. ‘ i ... i’m glad you’re here. ‘ a mere whisper, carried on by the wind. ‘ it might seem weird, but ! i feel this warmth from you, it makes me feel ... safe ? ‘ ramblings of a quiet girl, unsure of her own prowess. ‘ you’re DIFFERENT, a good different. ‘
