( it's luck that has nat finding the kitchen first, dressed in comfortable, tactical clothes. she's leaning up against the adjacent wall, boot kicked up behind her, a prerolled joint tucked behind her ear while she scrolls on her phone. or, not scrolls — taps away at a game of solitare, gambling virtual money away.
when she sees lottie, she pockets it, raising a hand in greeting. nat isn't exactly smiling, but it's undeniable that her expression is relieved, if not fond. )
[ lottie's own outfit is an eclectic sort of combination of clothes that she's come across while poking around the rooms — a baby pink tee, oversized and knotted at the waist to stop it from drowning her, 'that's hot' sloganned across the chest, a loose and flowing skirt that she keeps tugging up to avoid it slipping low in her hips, and her old, comfortable boots, albeit scrubbed cleaner than they've been in a year.
she has no qualms about looking happy to see natalie, walking into the kitchen with her arms clasped behind her back and a smile on her face. sleeping decently and some good meals really seem to have put a pep in her step. ]
Hi, did you know that there's a library here?
[ it's not immediately obvious until she sweeps her hair back off of her face, behind her shoulders, but once she brushes the dark waves out of the way a couple of points can be noted. one, the cutesy little bandaid stuck on the side of her neck, but also, less immediately obvious, the fading of light, splotchy red bruising dotted around her throat, too. ]
And it's supposed to be, like, magic or something?
( the expression droops off her face in small, insignificant ways once she spots the bruising around lottie's throat. it's just — weird. possessive. something lingering from the forest, she thinks, that makes her angry at seeing marks left on her. not that nat would ever be content with someone (someone else) bruising lottie, it's just ... different. an intangible, unnameable force yelling at her that it's not right, that it should've be her imprint left behind on her skin, for someone else to get mad at. why didn't she bite her more? why didn't she make sure there was no room for anyone else?
she's staring, she realizes with a start, forcing herself to blink wet eyes and look away, lifting a hand to rub her nose. right. it's not — really, the girls don't actually need nat to guide them anymore, anyway. they don't need protection when there's a thousand other people here who can give it to them. they're outlived their use for her, and nat has outgrown her purpose. now she's just — here.
in good humor, she rolls her eyes at lottie. )
C'mon. You'd find magic in a toilet, probably. What's so special about a library? ( she bumps shoulders with her, while they walk in any random direction. ) Cool make out spots next to the atlases?
[ she knows there's a shift only because lottie spends so much of her time paying attention the the mood of a room, of the girls around her. she knows that--something changes slightly with natalie, in between one moment and the next, but lottie can't possibly know where the shift comes from, why natalie's temperament feels ever so slightly altered, so she doesn't ask.
she does bump back, though, and tentatively, like she thinks that nat might shake her way out of the grip, she loops her arm loosely through the crook of nat's elbow. to keep them walking together, of course, with the same direction and pace, that's all. ]
I heard it grants wishes or some shit. Not all of the libraries, just the really big one. I don't know, people talk a lot here. Have you seen how many posts there are?
[ she's been trying to read them all, get a better understanding of the place that they've found themselves in, but frankly it's a lot, and she doesn't overly enjoy spending all this time looking at her phone screen. lottie would much rather discover simply by wandering. all the better for natalie's company, too. ]
I kind of get the feeling that this place is full of cool make out spots.
( she doesn't argue the contact — it's pretty cute of lottie anyway, who's abundantly full of affection, if you could call it that. more, nat thinks she's just generous, just a giver. how many cupfuls of her blood has she drunk at this point? in the name of some unseen force, with the hope of bringing her home safe. lottie isn't precious about the placement of her body, and nat opts to feel the same, brushing her on every step, cozied in close. )
I have, yeah. No way I'm reading all that. Someone's gotta have sparknotes.
( or if not — nat doesn't mind. it's not her history, it's theirs. what goes on from here on out concerns her.
anyway, )
Yeah, you look like you found a few. ( not shittily said — nat knows what it feels like to be called a whore. her tone is more teasing, lifting up her free hand to poke the bruises on lottie's throat, grinning at herself, even if it is a grin that doesn't reach her eyes. why should it? what does she have to be happy about? ) Anyone in particular?
[ lottie has learned a few things of interest as she's delved through the posts — the situation last year in which everyone found themselves in the middle of a murderous game, the discussion of mind-altering drugs — but mostly it's just been interesting to read again, and even more interesting to read about people, here, just interacting normally. such an odd thing to imagine, after a year spent in the wilderness.
nat doesn't seem overly interested though, so lottie just makes a note to tell her if she finds anything of significant interest. vampires, they've already established, are not that interesting, but maybe there will be something on there that's worth sharing with the group. for now she's happy to live in the moment and exist in the here and now, the one where they're getting along, where nat is happy for her companionship.
they were friends like this once, right? before the woods, before the plane, when life's stressors were far more simple, they were just...friends. maybe with the return of hot meals and regular showers they can be that again. ]
What?
[ she's distracted enough by the train of thought that she doesn't catch nat's implication at first, and when she does lottie's free hand comes up to press lightly at the tender spots of her throat, not quite covering the evidence but--close to that. it's only the faintest of colour that links her cheeks, but it's still there.
they haven't talked about the woods, or the hunt, or the way that her mouth had been nestled between lottie's tits and she still bears the (hidden) bruise as evidence. without it, she might have thought that she'd hallucinated the whole thing. but natalie hasn't said anything, and so neither has lottie, but she--wonders for a moment, what natalie is thinking about. ]
Oh. You know, this is- [ she laughs under her breath, soft, quiet, a little embarrassed as she continues carefully. ] from the hunt. ...I totally forgot to ask her name.
[ her, said more carefully than anything else, with a sidelong glance at natalie to see if she can parse out some reaction. ]
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Thanks Nat.
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it's what i'm here for!!
see you there
( it's luck that has nat finding the kitchen first, dressed in comfortable, tactical clothes. she's leaning up against the adjacent wall, boot kicked up behind her, a prerolled joint tucked behind her ear while she scrolls on her phone. or, not scrolls — taps away at a game of solitare, gambling virtual money away.
when she sees lottie, she pockets it, raising a hand in greeting. nat isn't exactly smiling, but it's undeniable that her expression is relieved, if not fond. )
Hey.
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she has no qualms about looking happy to see natalie, walking into the kitchen with her arms clasped behind her back and a smile on her face. sleeping decently and some good meals really seem to have put a pep in her step. ]
Hi, did you know that there's a library here?
[ it's not immediately obvious until she sweeps her hair back off of her face, behind her shoulders, but once she brushes the dark waves out of the way a couple of points can be noted. one, the cutesy little bandaid stuck on the side of her neck, but also, less immediately obvious, the fading of light, splotchy red bruising dotted around her throat, too. ]
And it's supposed to be, like, magic or something?
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she's staring, she realizes with a start, forcing herself to blink wet eyes and look away, lifting a hand to rub her nose. right. it's not — really, the girls don't actually need nat to guide them anymore, anyway. they don't need protection when there's a thousand other people here who can give it to them. they're outlived their use for her, and nat has outgrown her purpose. now she's just — here.
in good humor, she rolls her eyes at lottie. )
C'mon. You'd find magic in a toilet, probably. What's so special about a library? ( she bumps shoulders with her, while they walk in any random direction. ) Cool make out spots next to the atlases?
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she does bump back, though, and tentatively, like she thinks that nat might shake her way out of the grip, she loops her arm loosely through the crook of nat's elbow. to keep them walking together, of course, with the same direction and pace, that's all. ]
I heard it grants wishes or some shit. Not all of the libraries, just the really big one. I don't know, people talk a lot here. Have you seen how many posts there are?
[ she's been trying to read them all, get a better understanding of the place that they've found themselves in, but frankly it's a lot, and she doesn't overly enjoy spending all this time looking at her phone screen. lottie would much rather discover simply by wandering. all the better for natalie's company, too. ]
I kind of get the feeling that this place is full of cool make out spots.
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I have, yeah. No way I'm reading all that. Someone's gotta have sparknotes.
( or if not — nat doesn't mind. it's not her history, it's theirs. what goes on from here on out concerns her.
anyway, )
Yeah, you look like you found a few. ( not shittily said — nat knows what it feels like to be called a whore. her tone is more teasing, lifting up her free hand to poke the bruises on lottie's throat, grinning at herself, even if it is a grin that doesn't reach her eyes. why should it? what does she have to be happy about? ) Anyone in particular?
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nat doesn't seem overly interested though, so lottie just makes a note to tell her if she finds anything of significant interest. vampires, they've already established, are not that interesting, but maybe there will be something on there that's worth sharing with the group. for now she's happy to live in the moment and exist in the here and now, the one where they're getting along, where nat is happy for her companionship.
they were friends like this once, right? before the woods, before the plane, when life's stressors were far more simple, they were just...friends. maybe with the return of hot meals and regular showers they can be that again. ]
What?
[ she's distracted enough by the train of thought that she doesn't catch nat's implication at first, and when she does lottie's free hand comes up to press lightly at the tender spots of her throat, not quite covering the evidence but--close to that. it's only the faintest of colour that links her cheeks, but it's still there.
they haven't talked about the woods, or the hunt, or the way that her mouth had been nestled between lottie's tits and she still bears the (hidden) bruise as evidence. without it, she might have thought that she'd hallucinated the whole thing. but natalie hasn't said anything, and so neither has lottie, but she--wonders for a moment, what natalie is thinking about. ]
Oh. You know, this is- [ she laughs under her breath, soft, quiet, a little embarrassed as she continues carefully. ] from the hunt. ...I totally forgot to ask her name.
[ her, said more carefully than anything else, with a sidelong glance at natalie to see if she can parse out some reaction. ]