#natal7e

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            ˚            ᵗʰᵉ   ʳᵘˡᵉˢ   ᵒᶠ   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵍᵃᵐᵉ   ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ       :     "        𝚒   𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗   𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛   𝚠𝚑𝚢   𝚠𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍   𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,     "

            [      ...      ]                 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒     𝐀𝐍     𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓     to     relationships       (       or,       whatever     the     fuck     this     is       ),       and     all     the     toxicity     of     tying     himself     to     URL,       that     he     hasn't     quite     mastered.       he     knows     that     makes     @natal7e     tick,       and     how     to     fan     the     fuel     of     her     fire,       but     not     quite     how     to     extinguish     the     flames.       there's     a     gap     between     them     that     will     always     go     unmentioned,       of     a     past     hiding     behind     her     that     he     can     never     quite     poke     and     prod     at.       far     too     heavy,       holding     a     mysticism     that     he's     not     even     close     to     being     mature     enough     to     handle.       they'll     always     be     just     that       :       almost     what     the     other     needs,       but     never     quite     enough.       "       i     don't     know,       nat       ...       you     tell     me.      it's     fucking     tiring     being     the     villain     of     your     life     all     the     time.       give     me     a     break,       yeah       ?       "       worst     part     of     all     of     this       :       it     was     probably     his     fault,       too.       but     when     both     of     them     have     wilingly     tied     blindfolds     around     each     other's     eyes,       and     agreed     that     they     will     only     talk     about     the     stuff     that     don't     matter       ...       reality's     sharp     hit     stings     eternal.       "       ...       you     think     i     like     fighting     with     you       ?       i'm     fucking     tired     too,       "

[huntedvideo]

'i suffer every day. for what? girlish whimsy?' he shakes his head. fin has to keep his sense of humor. without it, he has nothing. without it, he'd fall head first into the darkness that engulfed this wilderness every night. glancing at natalie, he takes off his jacket and hands it to her. 'here, take it. looks like you could use it more than me, right now,' @natal7e.

[roseguided-arch]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐀’𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. the snow that falls, the surviving bits of green, to the occasional animal she might see skittering past their cabin & daring not to go toward it. even as she admires the wilderness, she is aware of its danger—that it could be the very thing that kills all of them. with her baby coming, how worried she is it, she can’t have anything happen. but what else is she to do ? she can’t exactly make this situation the best, most safe, secure place to be born into. to possibly grow in. she was a teenager surrounded by other teenagers & lottie . . lottie keeps talking to, touching, her stomach. it makes shauna uncomfortable. head turns at the door being opened, dark eyes landing on natalie. ❛ did lottie send you in here after me ? ❜ she asks, ❛ for . . yelling at her for touching my stomach while i slept this morning ? ❜ in this, shauna’s tone holds regret for the outburst but discomfort for what started it.

[ * @natal7e liked for a starter ! > shauna shipman for natalie ]

[hollowvictory]

@natal7e sent in a ✏️ for an incorrect quote featuring both our muses ! - selectively accepting .

[roseguided-arch]

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 see or not, chose to or not. amentia was there, one step behind her, standing behind her witnessing whatever mess or other she'd gotten herself into. sometimes she shows herself fully, like now or like when they were in the wilderness, & other times it's a whisper in her ear, an image in her dreams, a subtle 'trick' of the eye. always there, always watching, always with her. & she always would be. . even if nat decided she didn't want her, love her, anymore. palms press themsevles backward into the cheap motel bed, eyes looking toward a closed bathroom door were some random man resides behind. hitchhiking again, amentia thinks to herself, well at least it's one of the comparably less dangerous things. eyes turn down to natalie who kneels at the end of a bed, familiar white powder lined up on the back of a book. ❛ don't take too much this time, ❜ warns the woman. warning her, but not stopping her. enabling her, but not wanting her to overdose. ❛ remember last time, babe ? ❜

[ * @natal7e liked for a starter ! > from the antler queen/amentia. ]

[itchose]

[ @natal7e, 🌿 ] travis was once both desperate to return home and more terrified than anything to go back there,   because as much as he wished to leave that place and finally be free of everything he was forced to endure out there,   what he had to face when he finally did return home was something far more terrifying than another night without shelter.   his mother is more distant than ever,   and he can’t blame her for it   —-   he knows he’s the last person of their family she cared to welcome home,   yet it’s all he had to offer her,    and he knows it wasn’t enough.   he knows that his mother may love him,   he knows that she cares,   but they don’t know how to form a real relationship anymore,   don’t know how to move forward together.   travis knew what that meant:   he had to move on without her,   and now,   nat’s the only family he has left.   that was true out there,  too,  even on their darkest days,  together and apart.   he just doesn’t really know where that leaves them now,  because what he’s come to understand so far is that the relationship they had out there can’t translate effortlessly to what they can have here —  he just wants to try.

❝  you don’t want to go home,  do you?  ❞    he asks,  barely loud enough to hear,  because from what she has told him about her home life,   he can’t imagine it was ever any better than his own,  especially now,  19 months later.   if she does,  he’ll do whatever she needs—  be there with her for support,  or give her space while she does,  or not be around at all.   he hopes it’s not the latter,   because he’s not sure he knows how approach this life without her by his side,  but it’s not like he wouldn’t understand,  either.   ❝  i don’t .  .  .   really,  uh,  have any other place to go.   for us to go.   ❞   he pauses,  clearing his throat.   ❝  maybe we could,  you know,  figure it out.  together.  if you want.  ❞

[roseguided-arch]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓, in this shedding of blood. in a way it feels like a tribute, its own admission of feeling or emotion. killing one of the most sacrilegious things humans consider themselves capable of & natalie had so easily, willingly, committed the act. for her, out of the need to protect. devotion it nearly feels like in the same way amentia would devot herself to those who believe, to those who embrace who they really are among thick forest, snow, & rot. there was something about it, to her in her twisted sense from having always existed in these woods, that felt holy. right. a religious experience. that's what she did, what happened now, allow these girls, herself, to embrace themsevles. in whatever bloody, gruesome, horrible way they wanted.

@natal7e said, " I KILLED THEM FOR YOU. I KNOW YOU COULD'VE DONE IT YOURSELF, BUT YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO. "

hands, bloodied in their own right, touch against either side of the others cheeks. the action smearing ruby red on paler skin, green eyes peering into darker ones intently. ❛ did you do it because you wanted to keep me safe ? ❜ without an answer amentia can feel what the others answer might be, but she wants to hear it herself. ❛ the others can't see. they can't know. it'll taint everything, natalie. ❜ says the queen in an even tone. ❛ let me take care of this for you. let me protect you, the others, like i have. ❜