@exalted-slaughter from here
Oh yeah. She deserved that. Charlie's eyes fall to a close, and she takes a DEEP, calming breath. Okay, okay, okay, okay. She can do this. Breathe. Come on, now. Slowly, she takes a careful step forward, remaining out of reach of her, and she lowers to the ground in front of Lute. Wide eyes search for hers through the mask.
"I just want to talk to you. Okay? Please... please stop struggling." And yeah, she knows, there are better ways to do this. But right now, Charlie can't think of them. She's not naïve enough to think that her best intentions will get through to anyone anymore, but like fuck is she going to let that get in the way of her trying.
"Lute . . are you actually happy like this?"














