Cross the Line - a Wolfwren fanfiction
A/N: Hello everyone! Can't believe @wolfwrenweek is over already! For my final story this year, I have a roommate AU where Sabine finds a stray kitten. It's very fun, and I hope you'll all enjoy it! Here is the beginning and the link to the rest of the story will be at the end!
Shin started watching TV just as the rain started falling. As she was immersed in the plot of the show, she did not notice the sky blackening to the point that the apartment was plunged in darkness. She heard the rain pick up in intensity, but did not see the flashes of thunder outside, as they merged with the bright glow of the TV.
The apartment door opened and she jumped. It took her a second to catch her breath. The familiar voice of her roommate made her feel like an idiot for having been spooked in the first place.
âWhat the hell is going on with this weather? Is it some kind of tropical storm sweeping north?â
Shin could not see Sabine in the hall, but she did not pay her any mind. It was rather typical of them to have short, meaningless conversations. Shin had moved into Sabineâs apartment six months ago now, but she had warned her ahead of time that she liked to do things her way, and she wasnât much for conversation. At the time, Sabine had told her it would be fine, yet still she attempted to make conversation very often.
Shin would not have paid her any more attention, in fact, if Sabine didnât turn on the living room light, blinding Shin. She blinked and squinted at her roommate.
Sabine turned to go into her bedroom when Shin noticed that something was off. There was an unnatural budge in her sweater. The material was straining against her chest, which never happened because Sabineâs chest wasnât that big â not that Shin had spent any time thinking about her chest at all â and she was keeping a hand on it. She was hiding something.
âSabine? Whatâs that in your sweater?â
Sabine stopped dead in her tracks. She kept her back to Shin.
âNothing, donât worry about it.â
âIâm not an idiot.â
Sabine sighed, and turned around. Indeed, she was cradling something through her sweater.
âSo⊠how do you feel about cats?â she asked.
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