make it out alive.

#quarrytm.   independent, selective & low activity multi muse featuring muses from the game the quarry. written by ash / they them / 26. do not follow / interact if you are under 21. rules + muses under the cut.   PROMPTS.

     ❝    i’ve  lost  my  mind  ?    maybe,  maybe,  maybe  .    maybe  i’m  just  really  drunk  .    ❞

              the comment warrants a huff of breath from her,  bitter amusement escaping before she could think better of it.  there is no love lost between her and the elder hackett.  it is a mutual disdain and magnolia has no desire to do anything to try to mend the other woman’s view of her;  not when her own opinion of the matriarch is so low.  but,  even without potential conflict,  she would glad for the comfort of her own home.  when they reach the vehicle,  magnolia slips her arm from his and wordlessly moves towards the passenger side.  she only pauses for a moment to glance at the side mirror at her blood-caked reflection.  it’s not an unfamiliar sight.  and it conjures memories she would rather suppress so she quickly pulls the door open to climb inside instead.  ❛   i bet your ma’s doesn’t have face masks,  ❜  she signs once he is settled as well.  a small smile is offered a brighter look in her eyes.  she can’t imagine it’s healthy for their skin to be covered in blood.  and it gives her an excuse to try to rope someone into her a little pampering.  it’s quite as enjoyable to always do it alone.  

     nick      is      a      monster.                     not      the      only      one.      reggie    was    sure    that    even    if    she      didn’t      have    a    concussion,    her    head    would    still    be    spinning.    how    had    the    night    gotten    away    from    them      so      fast      ?    how    was    it    still    early    and    everything    was    shot    to      shit      already    ?    the    girl    blinks    hard    at    ryan’s    question,    trying    to    shrug    everything    off.    she    was    of      no      use      to    anyone    crying    in    the    corner,    even    if    that’s      exactly      what    she    wanted    to    do.           ❛            um    …      shit,      i    don’t    know    !    maybe    we    should    try    and    find    the    others    ?    who    knows    what    happened    to    emma    and    jacob.           ❜

“ you do have a remarkable sense of optimism, chris. i hardly think it is that simple. ”

              her brows raise and she gives him a rather thoughtful look.  magnolia shakes her head a little and gestures at her eyes with the knife.  brows lift a little higher to make sure he understands,  then she points to her jugular,  then to her chest.  the order which she prefers to work.  of course,  with impersonal kills she is perhaps more efficient.  magnolia slightly shrugs her shoulders.  only time will tell what kind of kill travis would qualify as.  right now,  she has no such desire or need.  he has done nothing to warrant it.  but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t expect circumstances to arise or change.  more often than not,  things tend to turn sour very quickly.  and relationships,  no matter what form they take,  are doomed.  given the nature of this one,  she imagines it will likely resume with some kind of grave antagonism forcing her to leave.  she has contemplated it a few times.  the most probably conclusion,  in her mind,  is that her past will catch up with her and he might use it against her.  not because he is cruel at his core,  but because he is pragmatic.  and someone like her only adds danger to these already troubled lives.  

how selfish it is for her to remain in this place. 

the gait of her footsteps soon falters again.  lashes flutter and her head tilts,  eyes growing unfocused as her mind reaches towards that feeling of being watched.  curiosity has often been her downfall.  she knows what little she has been told of the creatures haunting north kill  (  such an ominously fitting title  ).  she knows,  also,  what she has gleaned from the minds of the residents here.  but she has yet to lay her own gaze upon these beasts.  she has always possessed the ability to connect with all manner of creatures in ways humans cannot.  and a part of her cannot help but wonder if she might be able to do so here as well.  maybe it’s foolish.  no—she knows it is.  but she also knows her abilities are the best she can offer.  it’s all she can use to repay them for the shelter they do not realize they’re providing.  magnolia’s eyes slowly turn towards travis again with a more sober expression in them.  she is not entirely certain they’re not the ones being hunted right now.  

             eyes, throat, chest. even without words, travis can infer what that means, though he squints toward magnolia as if he doesn’t believe her. you don’t have the guts. it’s true that she’s much younger than him, probably faster, but if it came down to her or him in the woods that he knew much better than she does, travis thought he could win that fight. he’d at least be able to get away long enough to call for a hackett family meeting. he can’t help but wonder, just for a moment, if he’s underestimating her. she’s short, doesn’t look very strong, but travis doesn’t know where she came from, does he? magnolia simply showed up one day, made a home in north kill without anyone’s permission. if the sheriff didn’t know any better, he’d think she was running from something. again, he didn’t care enough to ask.