Natalie stepped up to the modeling platform like she owned it. Like it was a stage, or a bed. Or a grave. She laid back, stretched one arm behind her head, and let her legs fall apart. Casual, again. Comfortably. Like the air wasn't thick with eyes.
Lottie's heart knocked harder against her ribs.
She didn't sculpt. She stared. Memorizing. The slope of Natalie's stomach, the curve of her ribs, the faint scar near her right breast. The slightly too long fingers. The birthmark on the inside of her thigh.
She didn't dare blink.
The professor introduced her halfway through the class.
"Natalie Scatorccio."
Lottie mouthed the name silently to herself while scraping the base of a ruined bust. She wrote it in the margins of her sketchpad that night. Over and over, in tiny, lowercase script.
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an excerpt from the newest chapter of AGAIN, IT’S US (my lottienat multi-life fic!)
CHAPTER 1: IF I RUN, IT’S WITH YOU. (princess!lottie x knight!natalie)
CHAPTER 2: SWEET, ‘TIL SPOILED. (party girl!lottie x drug dealer!natalie)
CHAPTER 3: A SHAPE THAT FITS YOU. (artist!lottie x muse!natalie)