idk whats going on in this fandom anymore but ive been sick for a week and dwight is going to suffer with me
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idk whats going on in this fandom anymore but ive been sick for a week and dwight is going to suffer with me
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QUENTIN.
– “Sorry…didn’t now if someone was after you at first….didn’t want to risk anyone hearing after that..” He’s pulling out a few salves, a suture kit and a few other things. His eyes glance back and fore between the med kit and the wound on Dwight’s leg. Bear trap. Good to know who they were going up against this time. He’d seen silhouettes in the distance but hadn’t been able to make out exactly what asshole it was.
“There’s plenty in this thing for the two of us, don’t worry about that. Right now we need to make sure you can move about without yelling every time you take a step. Now, try to keep quiet.”
With that he’s moving closer, starting to get to work on closing up bloody wounds.
“ i’ve been getting better at not making as much noise. not all of us can be jake. ”
he laughed bitterly, his eyes closing as he leaned against the wall to let quentin work at fixing him up. his ears were trained on any noises around them, any pounding footsteps or the sound of his blood rushing in his ears that marked the killer’s approach.
the first press of quentin attempting to close the wound made him grit his teeth in a hiss, his fingers curling into tight fists against the ground beside him. he swore under his breath, mostly to keep himself from making worse sounds than that.
“ i’m -- surprised you’re as good at this as you are. have you been watching claudette or something? ”
QUENTIN.
– a starter for @mistled !
– “Hey– Hold up for a second you look like hell, I’ve got something that might be able to help.”
He managed to catch up to Dwight from behind, crouched low to the ground as they shifted from rock to tree, somewhat safe behind cover. He’s not entirely all that sure what had happened to the other guy but boy…it didn’t look pretty. Then again when did anything in this place look pretty..? Setting the med kit he’d managed to find while exploring the grounds onto the floor, he starts to pull out a few things to patch up the others wounds.
“ -- jesus, quentin, warn a guy. ”
of course dwight was jumpy. wasn’t he always in a trial? at least this wasn’t against the pig, at least he didn’t need to worry about her coming up behind him in a crouch. that doesn’t mean he’s escaped unhurt though -- there was a painful, sluggish throbbing from the torn wounds in his ankle, the remnant of the trapper’s rusty bear traps laying around.
he’d managed to free himself thanks to lessons from jake, but it still hurt. it still made him slow. it still made him an easy target.
he eyed the med kit as quentin set it down and popped it open, sliding down against the wall to take the pressure off his wounded leg, an involuntary sigh escaping him. fuck, that felt better.
“ you should really save that for yourself. you never know when you’re gonna end up in trouble. ” it was a half-hearted refute to the other’s actions. he couldn’t help it, he wanted the best for quentin. quentin being younger than him brought out his brotherly side, what could he say?
hi i got really mad and am now spiraling im gonna work on replies
today has been full of bad omens; red skies and dead birds, a chill i can’t escape, a night spent full of fever dreams.
hector from netflix’s castlevania, penned by vladimir. not spoiler free.
Third collection of Kingfield sketches.
ME, HOLDING OUT MY HAND WHEN YALL MENTION KILLER AUS
im HOME and im OFF WORK FOR FOUR DAYS
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im. home.
@mistled said trick or treat! 🎃
KATE.
IT TOOK KATE ABOUT five minutes tops to spot dwight doing the closest thing to stargazing anyone at the campfire could do, and promptly join at his hip. yearning for their lives back ; a common hobby amongst the group. she reaches a hand out to graze over his shoulder, a comforting touch. “ same here. we used t’ each carve a pumpkin, an’ li’l me ever-so-excited would start hackin’ before drawin’ an outline. it became a family tradition t’ see what wacky face that poor sucker would end up with … what did yer’ family do, dwight ? “
he had to crane his head up to see who had joined him. once he makes out kate’s profile in the low firelight, he settles back down against the log. he yearns quietly for something that simple -- carving pumpkins and eating lots of candy and staying up too late. “ what i did depended on whether i was at my mom’s place or my dad’s. my mom lived in the city, so we’d go trick-or-treating when i was young enough. when i got older, i’d help her hand out candy. with my dad. . .we stayed up late, ate a bunch of junk food, and watched scary movies. it was a tradition. ”
“ it must be close to halloween now, huh. back home. ” dwight is laying on his back on one of the logs around the campfire, staring up at a sky too dark to make out any actual stars. “ i actually really like halloween. my folks and i would celebrate every year. i wonder. . .what they’re doing this year. ”
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