#* kate

[bunburie-a-blog]

@whitestetson

     “Maybe it went inland.” This is far and away the weirdest thing about today, bar nothing. The plane crash, she can deal with. This? Beyond her capabilities. “Like a frisbee?” Do hats do that?

     Kate looks at him sidelong, bottom lip chewed up between her teeth. She never even saw him wearing the thing but knowing he doesn’t have it now is easily convincing her that he looks kind of naked without it.

[apolllobar-blog]

@inanotherliife

     Kate sits down with a hard sigh. “Hey, I have a question for you.”

[apolllobar-blog]

@bonnmot

     It fits her pretty well, even if it hangs a little off her shoulders. She settles into it, turns her head to one side and breathes in, inhaling the smell of creaking leather. “So how are we doing this?”

[bunburie-a-blog]

@accesspath

     “Ouch. That looks like it hurts.” Jack is off somewhere tending to the marshal’s wounds and Kate doesn’t want to stop to think about that, so instead she sits down at a respectful distance, pulls her legs up to her chest and rests her chin on her knee, looking somewhere past his shoulder. He looks like he took twice as much as a few of the survivors. “I don’t have anything to fix you up but,” she scuffs around in her pocket and produces a half empty roll of mints, pushing one to the edge of the pack with her thumb as she’s holding them out in his direction, “if you wanna wash bad tastes out of your mouth these are pretty good.”