LEAD WITH VIOLENCE.

she had to give the woman credit ; after all, she was never the easiest prey to catch, always slipping through the cracks. despite this, she would be foolish to give in so easily now, not when there was still so much to discuss.

" i'm sorry, my dear, but i think you may have gotten the wrong person. " another mask, a feign of concern, ripe with sympathy. " after all, i'm just a healer. from piltover, no less . . . "

❛ What more could you want from me, Lest? What do I have to exchange for what I actually want to know? ❜

Caitlyn hates these games. She’s not good at them. She’d rather spend exorbitant amounts of money than offer something she cannot take back. A piece of her soul, then? To find Jinx? To bury this hatchet she sleeps next to at night?

Caitlyn grabs Lest’s wrist, pressing the joints of her fingers against plump blood vessels.

VI FEELS AWKWARD LIKE THIS. as though he has been beaten open, bruised and sore rawness laid bare before her eyes - before the touch against his throat so soft yet so... he watches her with rapt attention, attempts to understand what he can see behind eyes so sharp and icy clear. vi isn't certain how it makes him feel. like the only person in her world! & like she's staring so far down at him that she can't actually, really see him.

he opens his mouth to speak but finds the words fall flat against his tongue, slide off. disappear. vi swallows against the lingering touch of her fingers, a crease forming just above his nose that twists features into something contorted. something more real. what he wouldn't give to have clarity on... 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.

what were they to one another? really.

❝ i'm not - ❞ it sounds ridiculous when he tries to deny it. for all his bite, at the end of the day, it was still true. he was insecure when it came to her. why wouldn't he be? she was... her. and he was just...

vi reaches up, takes hold of her wrist but doesn't release her. ❝ look, cupcake. ❞

what was there really to say but deny it and embarrass himself? he bites his tongue from that at least. fingers flex, linger, let go. his arm drops down to his side but he keeps her gaze solidly.

❝ i'm just trying to explain that i'm not... we come from two very, very different worlds. ❞ she shouldn't get her hopes up, neither should he. it was for the best, right? oil & water. ❝ and... ❞

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮? so, so much. he settles for nothing.

vi brushes it off wholly. ❝ never mind, forget i mentioned anything. ❞

@gunstruction cont.

So she stands there and does her best to look like it doesn’t rile her guts into her throat to see him in the throes of it all.

Look, Cupcake.

A small, apprehensive smile overtakes her lips, prepared to listen. Her hands folded in front of her like her mother taught like the heat they shared doesn’t sting at her skin. Like she isn’t constantly aware of how warm Vi constantly is.

He defeats himself before she can even put a knife in it. Not that she does so intentionally, but she understands the impact of her words. The acute sensation of something painful in your guts, ripping you open a little early. Mid-sentence. Caitlyn folds her hands further against her abdomen and prays for conscience.

❛ I shouldn’t have called you that. I know you’re not. Insecure, that is. I was just.. thinking.. or not. I do, unfortunately, know how I can be. ❜

What Vi had called them a long time ago was oil & water. But more and more they feel like the same kind of magnetism, forever repelling. Just Vi’s touch keeps Caitlyn awake. His throat bare for her hand. It alights an ugly, possessive of Caitlyn not unlike a snake, or a dog.

❛ Is there something you want to get off your chest, Vi? ❜ Caitlyn says. She keeps her voice level, her eyes trained on his even as he looks away. His hands limp. ❛ I’m not going to be your angry girlfriend if you say something unpleasant. ❜ She means it as a joke, but she doesn’t laugh either.

GOD DID NOT PLANT THE SEEDS OF THIS ARCADIA ... I DID.

an independent multimuse focusing on heavily josh washington from until dawn, miles upshur from outlast 1, and many others from until dawn and LIS respectively. this game includes a lot of until dawn-life is strange crossover material.

currently featuring for this promo: nathan prescott with bonus promo for my main partner @ottersden as rachel amber. read my rules here.

❝ oh! meow. kitty's got claws, huh? fine by me. you might not be one of my junkies, but you're still here, right? 'cause i have what you need. ❞

and if he doesn't, he knows how to get it. nathan is always good for it. i'm fucking loaded, bitch, and not just with cash. his bank account is full, his room is a pharmacy, and he is beginning to get irritated already. just tell me what you fucking want.

❝ what? you want me to take your picture? freaky, but i'm down. my room can be our private studio. we can party after. you're a party girl, right? you're a fiend all on your own. you don't even need me. ❞ but she wants him, right? she has to. who doesn't want a piece of this action?

and even if she doesn't want him, she wants something from him, and that's close enough. everyone wants something from me. her, my dad, fucking rachel ...

he taps his fingers irritably on the table between them in oddly rhythmic strokes. it was rachel's favorite song. he can't stop listening to it.

❝ and still, here you are. fucking pathetic. now, you gonna ask for what you want? 'cause i don't beg for bargains, bitch. you came to me, remember? now, be a good girl, and tell nathan what you want him to do for you. ❞

Nathan wouldn’t parlay if he didn’t have something to lose by refusing. And Prescotts always have something to lose. He’ll lose Caitlyn’s attention, if anything.

And that just won’t do, won’t it?

❛ You talk so much, Prescott. Are you overcompensating for something? ❜ Not proper etiquette to imply your dealer is a nervous wreck, but Caitlyn can’t help herself. She sees the injured dog lying a-side the highway & hears it blabber. I don’t need you. I don’t fuckin’ need you, the dog says. Even as it dies. I don’t need you, bitch. No vet, no collar. I don’t need your help.

Petting his back does the same thing to his cortisol as threatening to put him down.

Her head snaps up to address him at eye-level when he calls her a bitch out loud. She’s already told him. She’s told him not to. Caitlyn leans forward on the table and digs her nails into the back of his neck, where the wispies of his hair lie. The back of his neck perpetually sweats, like a dog most unhealthy, terrified of death and balding.

❛ Nathan, darling. Are you listening well? ❜ Fingers sinking into skin until it pinches, until it hurts. ❛ Don’t call me that. I’m not your mommy. I won’t listen to you ramble about bitches who beg for your attention. I’m not one of them, remember that. ❜ Blue eyes search his, looking for that wormlike little movement he does when he’s crawling out of his skin but won’t say it, and then she leans back, wiping her hand on the seat of the chair. 

❛ I need another bottle of Valium. Can you do that, Prescott? ❜

i have felt you like a serpent crawling in my body.

love is inferior to you.

i am an appetite. nothing more.

you are my affliction.

even now we are fated.

you know nothing of him.

your passion is bound to me.

you cannot love.

i cannot be sated without you.

we must remain calm.

you know i love you both.

why do you hate me?

you have never liked me.

search everything.

this is madness!

i must see them!

don't touch me. i am not to be touched.

our love was supposed to be sacred.

kiss me.

i need no salvation.

you will put an end to all of this?

come to me.

hear my call.

you are not for the living.

do you swear it?

what's that, my love?

there is nothing to be afraid of.

take off your shoes.

i wish i could stay, my love.

i really must be off.

come in, come in.

i thank you for considering me.

you are too generous.

it will be a great adventure for you.

why have you killed these beautiful flowers?

let us put them in water.

forgive me.

throw them out.

you cannot leave.

i must tell you my dream.

please, no more of your childhood memories.

never speak these things aloud.

it is a foolish dream.

everything is well.

when i return, i will finally make something of myself.

i love you too much.

it's worth celebrating your adventure!

i envy you.

it's crushing, [name]. crushing.

i cannot resist her.

not another word.

do take care of [name].

there is a monster in the room.

we have each other.

you're hurting me.

i am proud of you.

please keep safe.

have you so little faith in me?

i promise.

remember, it's all for us.

you bring trouble with you.

i only wish to stay one night.

i have an audience at the castle.

leave here.

you are late.

i wish you to do as i request.

it's nothing.

come by the fire.

why ever did you bring that here?

you must put that away.

what might we do for you?

that was yesterday.

do you ever feel at times as if you were not a person?

we all feel out of sorts.

look at the sea!

i am not mad.

forgive me. everything i say sounds so childish.

how careless of me.

you are fortunate in your love.

i fear i am taken ill.

if it continues, let me know.

i have received nothing of any kind.

still no trace of him.

for heaven's sake, you cannot leave.

a moment longer... please.

i cannot resist you, my love.

can you tell me your name?

he is coming.

why haven't you told me?

i must leave!

i sensed something.

you look tired.

would you describe them to me?

tell me what you can. from the beginning.

this is no delusion.

the blood is the life.

i feared i'd never see you again.

what the devil is this?

it is past three o'clock in the morning!

forgive me for the troubles i have caused you.

get off me. give me room. i can't breathe.

you frightened me.

may i stay with you tonight?

thank you for loving me.

our spirits are one, so too shall be our flesh.

DO YOU STILL BELIEVE MYTHS CAN SAVE YOU? FOOLISH CREATURE. LET ME BE CLEAR: EVERY VERSION OF THE STORY ENDS WITH YOU BEING SLAUGHTERED.

we own this town; we own you, bitches! watch out for the prescotts ... arcadia bay is gonna fucking burn!

❝ finally wise up, huh? @gunstruction? come crawling to me for ... what? a fix? ... what? don't tell me you want me to take your picture? ha! that's almost cute. now, seriously, sit down or get the fuck out of my face. ❞

Her eyes finally lock on him when he speaks. An ever-present frown on her face with her lips pursed remains as he speaks. And speaks. And so cruelly—with an inflection of a joke half-made. Boyish. Crude.

Her fix, huh? It was for a friend; but that’s what they all said; it’s for my friend, I swear, just this once, it’s on my friend’s dime—another city, you wouldn’t know her, she’s good for it, though. Promise she’s good for her money, Nathan.