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when @ratherbewild, @hauntinghosts @herose & i never fucking sleep. @luridtruths & @antolcgias the only real adults in the chat.
ASKED BY @ratherbewild (feat. @luridtruths ) :: “I’d like to see you try.” hunters ktj
PROMPTS!
❝ NOPE. It should be Julia. ❞ Startles still with the quick turn of the head towards her, and the kind eyes that are rounded in keen focus on her before Keyleth can utter, ❝ What? He likes you ... ❞
A beat, and Keyleth guides the plastic plate of nachos towards Tegan’s end of the table. Waits for the familiar start to the blonde stuffing her face and ending with, ❝ ... also Tee can’t scare him. We can’t afford to be on his bad side. ❞
The swift double-birds are a nice welcome.
@ratherbewild asked: ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ (claire @ kaia) || meme
Kaia gazes out from the passenger window of the parked car, nervous hands fidgeting with her fastened seatbelt. A house looms just beyond the lawn, standing eerie and vacant, a mere hint at what remains inside. If they're lucky, they'll find clues offering small glimpses into someone's personal tragedy. If they're not, they might just find tragedy themselves.
Maybe she was trying too hard when she told Claire she was ready for this. Like a third passenger, the doubt's been there every hour of the long drive.
It only takes four words to crack through the ice holding her in place. Her cheeks warm with color, like Claire's the sun itself bathing over her. Kaia takes a deep breath and, with a click, the seatbelt slides across her chest.
❝ I trust you. Don't take it for granted, okay? ❞
“WE CAN’T MAKE UP FOR THE PAST IF WE’RE DEAD.”
⇢ @ratherbewild
❝ And will you? ❞ she asks, not missing a beat. She’s not one to judge --- not him, not anyone; she never has been, always so welcoming of people despite wherever they come from, whatever they’re known for. She knows how necessary it is in the life they live and the choices they’re forced to make ---- so she welcomes everyone with her warm demeanor, despite her curiosity. ❝ Is that what you’re trying to do, John? Make up for the past? ❞
“YOU ALMOST GOT YOURSELF KILLED.”
⇢ @ratherbewild
She shakes her head, looking down at the floor below instead of to him ---- because the thought of no longer being her with him isn’t something she can think about. And for the first time, it’s not a selfish thought --- it’s not about what she’s losing. Her own life used to come before everything else --- it had to, because it was the only way to survive. But then she found a family; she learned that life was more than just surviving day to day. The survivor move used to be all she knew --- until she come to understand morality, until the question of what was right versus what was wrong started to mean something to her. This time, it wasn’t about saving herself --- it was about saving everyone. She learned that from her family.
❝ I couldn’t just leave, John. ❞ Her voice is tired; she still feels weak from the sickness ---- but it doesn’t bother her; there’s power in that, in knowing that for once in her life, there was something that only she was capable of doing, that people needed to rely on her because of that. Does he know how much she needed that?
❝ Still alive. ❞ Nonchalant, like it’s no big deal, because it doesn’t feel like one, not when she’s been hurt worse before only fighting for her own life. ❝ And so is everyone else. Because of us, John. ❞
❛ relax. i’m just gonna scare him a little. ❜ tealeth
GOOD GIRL PROMPTS | @ratherbewild
Eyebrows rise, but the swift quip is stunted by a tinier voice, ❝ Jus’ a lille’ ! ❞ Shouted up, bright and bubbly, from the babe at Tegan’s hip who smiles toothy and wide. Keyleth extends hands and reaches out to take back the boy, whispering low underbreath, ❝ No mauling. Please. ❞
it’s been a year since they last saw each other , since toni and the serpents went running –– away from the one place toni thought they might stay . and there’s still a heaviness between them , the pitfall of an almost burrowed deep in their stomachs. she inhales shaky. this is about more than the two of them. suck it up , topaz.
❛❛ –– i wouldn’t have come if i could go to anyone else , ❜❜ she starts abruptly , tugging at the sleeves of her flannel shirt tied around her waist nervously. and it’s true . all the witches and friendly-ish hunters she knows are awol –– or dead . patience is someone she can trust . . . or at least someone she used to. ❛❛ my pack’s missing . all of them. ❜❜
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𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 –– 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 .
JESSE TURNER & CLAIRE NOVAK : PHOTO BY KRISSY CHAMBERS !