#hea1er

[lovecurst]

     “you have IMPECCABLE timing,” snow doesn’t even stand from where she’s crouched, though she does cast off her dirt-stained gardening gloves and swivel to look at arthur ; a smile alights her lips and she tips her head to motion him down the garden path towards where she’s tending the flowers that grow in beds beneath the windows of her cottage. “a batch of everything you were looking for last time just finished drying.” people do not often seek her out, unless it’s her little stall and wagon at the marketplace every other weekend. arthur is not yet a FAMILIAR face, but he isn’t unfamiliar, either. “AND i have fresh honey, if i can convince you to stay for tea.” @hea1er​

[vaehandawn]

“   @hea1er   ?   ”   her   feet   have   walked   her   all   the   way   to   the   familiar   clinic.   she   has   been   restless   the   past   days,   her   mind   reliving   kaleb’s   death,   every   waking   and   sleeping   moment   haunted   by   the   images   of   his   body   hitting   the   floor   and   fera’s   scream   of   rage.   she   tries   to   steady   her   voice   but   there   is   nothing   she   can   do   about   her   dark   circles   or   the   reddened   puffiness   of   her   eyes.   “   i   need   your   help   .   .   .   i   need   ⸺   ”   unbidden   tears   fill   her   eyes   again,   and   she   swallows   back   the   lump   in   her   throat.   she   feels   so   powerless,   she’s   so   exhausted.      “   i   have   to   sleep.   ”