as the last of the bugs

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality.

"Okay, okay, if I were asking, you'd say yes?"

the only thing that felt disappointing was the newly found absence of this stranger's fingers around her wrist. how it'd felt cold, but then again, everything that touched her, was to her now. it seemed as if rue's life was no longer the same after a night she only HALF REMEMBERED, and mostly had thought was a fucking bad drug trip but... there was no denying, after a night out, where, she'd woken up in a place she didn't recognize, she was no longer the same. life, she figured, had a way of really fucking with you when it wanted to.

there's a hush, as a group of girls leave together out the door, the thing swinging shut, the place smelling aggressively of cheap soap. as she stripped off her shirt, rue's eyes fly open, rounded, staring with an appreciation that felt suddenly dwarfed by the chilling reality of her words. "wait-" her heart, hammering within her chest, turning to look at her more directly, all of the GIDDINESS in her having fled. "wait, you... you're serious?" she was, wasn't she? the look on her face telling, rue swallowing with an almost caginess to her. "... i don't... i don't really know what to call... what i am anymore... w... how do you know? wait. you aren't some kind of like... hunter person and you're going to kill me now? like seriously, i swear i have not been doing anything super fucked up, okay?" the words, all, clashing together in her mouth in her haste, her nerves. everything jumbling together, messily.

The bathroom wasn't noisy, but the lights were much harsher than anything out on the dance floor. If she'd been alive, it would've taken her a few minutes to adjust, but now it seemed everything just washed over her like a quick wave. Some days the world felt so dull, as if it lost everything that had made Cami happy to be alive, but other days like this, when she found someone like her, it almost felt like her heart was beating out of her chest.

"Oh shit, no, no, I am not a hunter, jeez, sorry, I don't really talk to a lot of people like me." Walking over towards Rue, Camille took her hands in hers and smiled softly. "Let me start over, I am also a you know..." Dropping the others' hands, she took her pointer and middle finger to mimic fangs, hoping that it would at least ease the tension between them. "I didn't mean to freak you out; the only creatures of the night I knew were back in New Orleans, so I got a little ahead of myself."

It wasn't often that Camille felt this way, so alone and lost that she ached for a companion. As Rue looked into her eyes with fear and unease, she even wanted to beg for forgiveness. They'd just met, and yet she felt a pull as if the two of them both needed each other, and it wasn't a one-sided craving.

Milo wasn't exactly the most hospitable person. They were nice enough by small town standards, but they weren't exactly the one to jump at being the welcoming committee. This was different though. They'd take any excuse to get a pretty girl on the back of their bike. A slow, Cheshire cat like grin spreads across their lips when Wynnona says she's never been on a ride before. "So I'm your first? Don't worry I'll be gentle," they tease with a cheeky wink.

She clutches the helmet, her knuckles white from the grip; it makes her nervous to place so much trust in someone else, always so used to going at things herself for the sake of staying safe. But Wynonna wanted to be more than the shell of a person she had become; there was a time when she was risky, and she craved to feel that again. "No jacket needed, if I 'm gonna do this then I wanna get the full experience." Smiling, she took Milo's hand; their touch felt electric as the bike started, filling the garage with a loud rumble.

Settling on the back of the bike, she placed her arms around Milo's waist, resting her cheek on their shoulder, taking in the smell of oil and leather. "Take me anywhere." She whispered.

She stared out the front window of the coffee shop, watching passersby and wondering where they might’ve been going. Was it to the library for a new read? To the local boutique for that special something to wear on their birthday? Or maybe they were on their way home from class. Whatever it may be, Rea had become consumed by the thoughts that floated freely within her head. “Sorry,” the brunette paused, shaking her brain back into the present. “What was that?”

Rea was someone who seemed to have it all: money and fame, but not letting it get to her head, so that she was still kind; of course, that made Billie jealous; how could it not? The two had been talking about a new restaurant being built, or at least she thought they were until Rea became distracted by the people on the street. Shaking her head, she leaned back into her seat, waiting for the other's attention to return.

"It wasn't that important, just going on about how a fancy restaurant may take away business from my not-so-fancy one," Billie smirked before taking a sip from her cup. "Tell me more about your life; I know it's way more interesting than mine."