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〝 anything is better than lottie’s weird morning──circle──cult right now, 〞 leaning cheek on risen hand, glaring at the ground before them. 〝 like it’ll help us get 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙. 〞
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〝 do i need to want something? 〞 muttered just enough for them to hear, harshly sitting down next to them. 〝 ... the other’s are giving me a headache. 〞
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» she’s sick of it. eyes snap up to meet @infernobite’s, just catching them before they can shift somewhere else. accusatory / brazen / 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥: 〝 why the 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 do you keep staring at me? 〞
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it’s hard not to feel ... watched in these woods; every sway of the trees, every cracked branch, every 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 whisper puts him on edge. it feels like everything is constantly judging every movement, every choice. »
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silence falls. narrowed eyes focus on the woman, trying to hear the choir hymns, trying to listen for a purpose of the stranger and isn’t surprised when she comes back with 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. she doesn’t need it. she 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩. »
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〝 you don’t need to. 〞 quiet hums sing past bloodied lips. it buzzes through her, tingling every inch of that was covered in iron. 〝 she’ll be useful. one way or another. 〞
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head cants to stare up, ̵𝗁̵𝗎̵𝗇̵𝗀̵𝗋̵𝗒̵ heavy eyes taking in bloodied visage. corner of mouth lifts as she turns back to the woman, half──sneering, 〝 i’m not waiting forever for It, lottie. 〞
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standing next to him, iron still covering her body. she tastes it rotting their mouth, a daze, glancing over at the other. 〝 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 going to make itself clear to us soon. 〞
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sat only a few feet away from their 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, watching as the others tie her up to an worn plane seat. knife twists and hilt burns in hand ; he should’ve gutted her when they had a chance.
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