( 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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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. ]