one blink. two. another for good measure. tendrils lightly shadowing her cheeks as she glared at him. she had hoped he could feel the burn of her stare through those thick, black shades of hers. “ i know that the glasses hide one of the most important features to reading someone — windows to the soul and all ... ” lips pursed as she paused, thinking on the next words to leave her mouth. “ but i'm very serious. and slightly offended that you couldn't tell. ” vermillions were formed into a pout, skillfully performed in a manner that demonstrated her point while also emphasizing its lightheartedness. there was a flair of childishness that rested within her, brought out to the surface in his presence — perhaps she never found it safe enough to be so vulnerable. not that she was, not that she'd ever allow herself to be, but it was nice play the part. “ i can't fight well if my hands are frozen. and cramping. and in pain. i already run cold. ” the lack of layers was certainly of no help, but she'd sacrificed comfort for fashion — and she'd do so again and again. slender digits wiggled once more in his direction. “ i can say please ? ”
kezo stared at him. simply stared, as if the words that'd fallen out of his mouth were the most stupidest things a person could say. as if it weren't obvious enough. “ no shit. ” he coughed out, countenance agonizingly lackluster in every aspect of a reaction to seeing what was happening before them. well, further down into the woods they'd tracked out to and were now pretending some skinny tree trunks were wide enough to camouflage them both. “ the chanting and the masks ... that didn't do it for me. thought it was a school play. ” it did resemble a school play, something so embarrassingly amateurish in his eyes that he had the thought of turning around and leaving the crowd to their own devices, whatever demonic entity that may come out of it or whatever their goal was. they weren't given enough information about the case to start with, other than the slew of mutilated corpses littered along the various acres of land in a poor attempt of shallow graves. and here, he could see now that they were planning to carve someone up for their god. whatever god they thought they were making offerings for. “ the freak holding a scythe — not human. he's likely the one leading all of this. ”
I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.
lack of sleep starters, accepting! ༄
“ hm. ” strangely tender, she leans closer. her touch is so close to a caress, startlingly gentle. one hand lazily drifting across the shore of his skin, up to cradle his cheek. but her eyes are dead. he does look tired. a lot. grey and fucked all over, only remnants of a boy buried underneath it all. her hand moves slightly, dripping down to beneath his chin, and there she just grasps, only slightly firm, tilting it up. “ oh, you promise, do you? ”
this is how they all are. fucked up and run over until it’s just a nature of it. this is just how it is. everyone’s tired. nobody’s special. we all get to suffer just for living. suddenly, her grip tightens severely, and she reaches up and smacks him with her other hand. harsh, ceej. she lets go completely. “ wake up. ” she’s sneering down at him, a little.
ah — shit, this is a problem, she thought. ayame traced her steps back to think, how long had he been here? the facility had been empty upon her arrival, and unless he had somehow gone undetected in her initial sweep for life, she wasn't sure how the fuck she missed him. how much could he see, how much had he heard? the bloodied blade in her hand disapparated, the blood itself drawing back into the wound on her palm with only a small crimson drip to the floor, to evidence that it was ever there at all.
i'm not afraid of you. she glanced around. the demon was dead, so very, very dead and right in front of him, as he could obviously see, so he must have been talking to her. “ o - kay, well, that's a start. ” considering she didn't have sixteen arms or three heads, she thought maybe she could spin this in her favour. “ you didn't need to say that, by the way. i could tell that much by the fact you're like, squaring up to me right now. put your fists down, i'm not going to fight you. i mean, would you really hit a girl? ”
she's lying on her back, tossing a mini companion cube plush in the air and catching it repeatedly. thinking. considering. rubble lies around them, vines stream down from the cracked ceiling, sun streaming down. there's a beauty here, animals and plants taking over the upper levels. she can't see them here. or, if she can, she doesn't have enough power to punish them.
odie has nightmares about that, of robot claws dragging her down into endless depths, to where fog fills the air so the horizon is never ending, an endless hum and whirring of a mechanical city. nobody else understands, or, they wouldn't, if she could tell them. except @stllinski. stiles knows, he has lived it and experienced it.
' so, what do you wanna steal today? i was thinkin' we could scout for any botanical gardens? maybe see if we can find some plant seeds or somethin'? ' her southern drawl is out of place among the small town they live in, she usually tones it down, but here, she can relax. a woman out of time, sent into stasis back before the seven hour war. now, it's been decades. even her voice makes her stand out.
stiles makes her feel less alone. even here, even in hell on earth.
the hunter had been stalking her for weeks. she’d see him at the edge of the lake during the day, those eyes rimmed with hatred. for once, odette had been grateful for those 12 hours she was a swan. for once she felt like she stood a better chance then. when night came, and she transformed back into a human, she was more vulnerable. if she didn’t make it back to the cabin before the moon rose in the sky, she was stuck changing back at the water’s edge. or like the other night, in the middle of the lake. a hunter passing through had pulled her from the lake mid-transformation, preventing her from drowning. the least she could do was offer him a place to stay while he did whatever business he had here. it was oddly comforting having someone else in her space after being alone for so long; stiles’s presence admittedly made her feel safer from the other dangers that lurked outside.
she hadn’t made it back in time tonight. usually she’d give herself an extra minute or so to just lay there and be still on the ground after the transformation, but she didn’t have an extra minute nowadays. odette threw on the spare clothes she kept hidden in the hollowed out tree nearby then set off to the cabin … the hunter had cornered her on her way there with a gun pointed right at her heart. through her fear for her life, she understood to some degree. she was every supernatural hunter’s curiosity. it was a miracle she had been able to avoid detection for so long.
it had been a relief when stiles showed up. then her fear shifted for his life when he wedged himself between her and the other. neither of the hunters seemed keen on backing down. her captor’s gun on her, stiles’s pointed at him. her body is not her own when she reaches for stiles’s hand and slowly lowers the gun in the process.
they are at a standoff. somewhere in the distance, an owl hoots. the other hunter’s thumb rests right over the trigger, and the barrel is aimed at her head. for a moment, she thinks he'll still come at them despite stiles's warning. adrenaline courses through her veins, and it takes everything in her not to run. the only thing keeping her rooted in place is stiles’s hand underneath her own. blood pounds in her ears, and her heart is racing so fast she’s sure the other two can hear it.
the other hunter must see something in stiles’s face or hear something in his words that makes a new expression bloom on his face: uncertainty. it feels like eternity before he starts to lower his gun. her breath catches in her throat. when he shoots one last hateful glance at her and opens his mouth to speak. he jerks his head in her direction.
"this one? she ain't human. it would take some sort of deal with a demon gone wrong to bear that kind of curse." she knows it's true to some degree, but the words still sting. the other hunter laughs humorlessly. "i bet other hunters would pay a hefty price for your prize. demons too."
i'm no one's prize. she bites the words back. green eyes narrow, but never leave his face. the hunter looks away first. he has nothing to boast about considering he's the one walking away in defeat. as soon as he walks far enough so that he becomes a speck on the horizon does she release her breath. she gently brushes her hand over stiles's before releasing it. she moves to stand in front of him and face him.
"thanks for looking out for me. i'm pretty sure i would be dead right now if it weren't for you."
send me a ✿ and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / vibes vibes vibes. just like. literal partners in crime. stiles needs help with smthn? cj's there (..... not consistently) and about to make the situation more illegal. (tentative friends with benefits italicized for stiles' default verse reasons but i wonder about his desc verse maybe) anyway, she thinks he's really fun, especially to rile up. she's shaking him around in a jar.
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / thinking potential desc vese thoughts
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / limited knowledge of spn in my head it's just monsters and guys that don't like monsters so KHBSJCbchs smthn with that and cj following stiles around and being reckless.
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / generally she fight with everyone all of the time so i could see. Spats. frequently.
