lottie could practically taste her fear , it was acrid & thick in the air between them as the prophet closed the distance. the movement was so gentle , so familiar , that by the time her forehead touched natalie's temple , the tension had bled from lottie's coiled limbs & left her shaking , squeezing her eyes shut with a long exhale. she'd take her fear , she'd take her anger , her hatred , & she'd bury it alongside her pride. she'd show nat just how much she loved her , over & over again , until she finally understood.
❛ shauna wants you dead. ❜ she murmured , the edges of her lips brushing against the side of natalie's head , just above the crest of her ear , whispering low enough that only the two of them could hear. ❛ everyone is too afraid to go against her now. some are angry you went against the ritual of the hunt. people want blood , natalie , but i won't let them have yours. ❜ it wasn't enough to say i love you , not anymore. the depth of lottie's feelings went beyond that. even soul crushing devotion seemed lacking , but it worked in this case , her chest aching as she pulled away , hating the pain & terror etching its way along natalie's features.
yet still she didn't bow beneath the weight of it , & lottie was once again in awe of her strength. ❛ let me save you again , nat. please. ❜
@sc4torccio / cont. from here !
