* 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞

azula couldn’t help but smile, anticipation brightening her usually detached countenance as she waited for blair to arrive. there was something almost poetic about that night. she could describe the way the stars were shining bright above her, illuminating the prettiest parts of her island. but there was nothing beautiful or poetic about what they were about to do , at least not what others would describe as such. for azula, however, this night felt very special. albeit not as melodic as a poem but still teeth-rattling like a well-written tragedy. “ you’re finally here . what were you doing, waiting for your nail polish to dry ? ” the words fell crudely from her painted lips. she hated waiting for others, usually people were supposed to do that for her. “ i’ve brought the petrol canister, we should make sure that no one is inside though. i don’t want to risk getting arrested for murder. although i doubt anyone would caught us anyway. ”

he was , in no uncertain terms , sick . the fever had spread overnight , leading the curls on his head to stick uncomfortably to his forehead , held down by beads of sweat . a flu , of some sort , a bug that only seemed to be worsening as hours progressed . laurie dearly wished it would break , with large fluffy blankets pulled up to his chin , it was clear from his heavy eyelids that he was exhausted . 

a furrowed brow , unsure whether his fever was forcing him to hear or see things that were not there . it wouldn’t be the first time he had heard of such a phenomenon  . “ jo ? “ his tone is groggy , though even held down with a cold , the man couldn’t help but attempt to pull himself up to greet her . the blankets wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl , laurie has clumsily made his way to the door , his shoulder leaning against the wall as he pulls the door open . “ you came . “

her heart was still beating fast, his sight feeding her guilt as frantic concern washed over her. “ i’m sorry, i should’ve come earlier , ” her ragged breath cut her words and she wrapped her cold hands around his wrist, her fingers still trembling despite the warmth. “ i’m so sorry, teddy. ” guilt tugged at her, a sense of helplessness of knowing what might happen. he barely looked like himself, as if he was about to disappear, the same way beth did back then.

one hand of hers was still holding onto him tightly, her touch tender as she brushed away his locks from his forehead. “ you’re burning up, why haven’t you called a doctor ” jo tried to keep her voice from shaking, ignoring the always lingering thought that something worse was awaiting her, as she gently guided him back to his bedroom. it took her a moment to finally let go of him, panic clawing at her stomach, numbing her fear-stricken mind. “ stay in your bed, okay ? ” she said, rushing to the kitchen and returning with a cold cloth, dabbing his forehead . “ i’m sorry …  i’m not marmee or meg, ”  she mumbled, words falling helplessly from her lips “ to be honest i don’t know what else i can do, i have the feeling something bad is going to happen again. or that your fever will get worse or … i don’t know. ”

“ a man of course, your old age is showing, geralt. ”  a sigh escaped her lips, her expression painted with feigned innocence as she spoke in a sickly sweet tone. “ you can figure out, if he’s still alive though. ” a joke, of course. simple curiousity —  or perhaps anticipation of seeing his reaction. she’d never been the type to made unnecessary mistakes ( after all she wasn’t her brother ) and leaving a dead body somewhere out on the street, certainly wouldn’t be one of them.  “ so are you going to help me to get rid off this body or not ? i know your old man bones are not what they used to be. "

 ゛  ;         ♠️            »            “               her breath was ragged, her heart slamming hard against her rib cage, as if it would burst any moment. panic had paled her face, leaving her eyes widened. she’d tried to keep her distance — distract herself, push her thoughts away, keeping it in a small box and hide it away. and yet she’d lasted merely three day. only one message away from her sanity to dissolve into fear. the fear of losing him again.

 she didn’t know how she made it here, hair strands sticking out her bun and her hands still trembling. but it was two am, and she was standing on his doorstep, hoping he was okay. “ teddy are you there ? ” her voice was shaking as it cut through the darkness, yet it was the silence scaring her. feeding her irrationality and clouding her mind. “ please open the door ! ”

                                                  “𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲.”

( life is strange, kristine froseth , cis-female , she/her , 27 ) *  【ｆｉｌｅｄ :  RACHEL AMBER 】is a CANON CHARACTER and PARTLY REMEMBERS THEIR PAST LIFE. the HUMAN is known to be CARING and BOISTEROUS and reminds me of the rupture of your heart, pink tipped fingers laced in secrecy, happy little pills  .