#thread; kat

[normallyxstranger]

Kat said nothing, dark eyes narrowed in suspicion.

[normallyxstrange]

@magaprima​ | verse; untitled | title; my heart feels uneasy (Kat & Lilith) | cont. from here

     She was used to being free. She’d been that way for as long as she could remember. And this answer didn’t help her at all. It only served to confound her even more.

     “Soon enough,” Kat said amid a sigh. At least it would pass. But until then—

     “What do you suggest in the meantime? Suffering?” If she could cut it out, like a physical thing, with a sharp knife, she would without hesitation. This reminded her too much of soul sickness and she couldn’t abide that.

[normallyxstranger]

@destroyed-ourselves

The Shadows sank into the darkness at her feet, clinging to her naturally cast shadow. This was an unfamiliar world, and They would remain close to Kat for now. They had been her protectors from birth, and took to the designation quite seriously, much to her annoyance. They wouldn't leave her.

So Kat ignored Them, slipping her hands into her pockets. There were were more pressing matters that required her attention—such as finding out just where the Shadows had dropped her.

She lifted her head, watching the sky, the lights shining this way and that, a recording saying... something, the words indistinct, though one she caught and held tight to.

GeneCo. The same name as on the posters she passed when she went down an alley.

Kat frowned a little, then moved out of the alley and onto a street. There were people here, milling around, going about their business, auras gleaming. She let out a little breath, her apprehension subsiding. In every single world she'd visited, auras behaved in the same way—colorful and glowing, dancing, moving, ever-changing. In every single world she'd visited, Kat worried it might be the final one, the world where there were no auras, no souls and she could be—

Something—someone slammed into her shoulder, offsetting her, sending Kat's small body back, to the ground.

Then the Shadows darkened, emerged from Kat's shadow, and became a great black creature with eyes and fangs and claws all black as ink. The massive great Cat bared its teeth with a warning hiss, settling into a low, reverberating growl.

"Nox," Kat commanded in a clear voice. "Stop."

The Shadow-Panther ceased its noise, but remained there, mouth open, teeth waiting.

[normallyxstranger]

“Who did this?” //for Kat. Ohh? A rare protective Jane???

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip // @gentle-hearted

Kat swatted Jane's hand away, mouth pulling into a frown—a bad idea, as the facial movement made the bruising along her cheekbone and eye hurt.

"S'fine," she said, giving a small toss of her head so that her long, dark bangs covered most of the damage. "It's healin'." But so slowly.

She'd put off feeding for too long again.

As for who had done the deed?

"Does it matter?"

[normallyxstranger]

“help me understand.” Rogue & Kat

look ya know its from a meme somewhere // @southern-belle-outcasts

"Understand what?" Kat said, removing her grime-stained hoodie, the jeans too. She stood in front of the washing machine while Rogue lingered in the doorway. She wasn't ready yet to tell her what she'd found—or didn't find, as was the case. Rogue's aura was already revealing her eagerness, her curiosity, her hope as it stretched out toward Kat.

She ignored it, peeling her clothes off, down to her underthings. With everything in the washer, she dumped in soap and turned it on. Only then did she finally turn to Rogue and speak.

"I can't find him," she stated in a flat, weary voice. "I've tried. I've used every trick I know, every bit of magic. I've tried to find out from Them," —Kat jabbed a thumb back at the Darkness gathering under the window— "but either They won't tell me or They don't know. I've been to dozens of worlds and nothin'." There was a basket of clothes nearby. Kat grabbed a shirt and took a sniff. It smelled clean and that was all that mattered.

"I can't find him," she said again after she slipped on the shirt. Though she looked at Rogue, she couldn't meet her eye. It all seemed pretty clear to her. After all, she'd lived it before, suffered the hurt that came with it. This time, Finch was the one growing up without their father.

It still hurt, but that hurt the most.

"He's gone. It's what he does. What's there t'understand?"

[normallyxstranger]

“Sissy! Lookit!” Finch proudly produced a piece of light green construction paper that had a drawing on it. The outline of the toad had clearly been provided by Rogue, which had subsequently been colored in with little regard for the lines with an assortment of rainbow colors. “Dis f’you!”

@southern-belle-outcasts

Kat glanced up from her comic book at the sound of Finch's voice. She blinked to clear her vision—the kid's aura was bright, always so bright—and slid her gaze to the green paper they held up. The corner of her mouth quirked up slightly.

"For me? Thank you. Lemme see it."

She scrutinized the drawing, wrinkling her nose, before declaring,

"Beautiful. I love 'im."

[normallyxstranger]

@astral-athame // @phantom-overdose

"Why—what are you doin' out here ?"

[normallyxstranger]

@southern-belle-outcasts

Cold air preceded her arrival, the Shadows depositing her in the middle of Rogue's kitchen. Kat wasted no time in locating what she wanted from the cabinets. The Shadows helped by shoving the box into her hands.

"Are you too busy t'make this for me?" she asked—asked this time, big step—and held up the mac n cheese box.