#* mail.

claire!!! you’ve been around since the gotdamn beginning, i’ve had this blog since 2013 and i think you were maybe my second or third follower?? it is absolutely mindblowing how old we are wtf –– but anyway, you’re a true OG and i know we don’t talk a lot (which is my bad, social anxiety is a binch and i’m so sorry) but i really appreciate you from the sidelines and enjoy your writing so so much, always always have. it legit makes me so happy that you’re still around ;v;also, media is absolutely terrifying which i figure means you write them very well. your interactions are a delight to read and i heartily support your very scary muse from afar!!

❛ thank you… ❜

❛ … fine. ❜ this had better be worth it. the knife she was threatening him with a moment ago clatters to the floor as she moves, slowly, to shrug off the heavy wool coat and give the stranger access to her worst wounds. ❛ if you –– try anything. i will come back from hell just to –– drag you back. ❜ 

❛ astute fucking observation. ❜with a quick motion, the knife is twisted deeper into simon’s shoulder, blood seeping further through his shirt. there is no change in her expression, but her gaze does flick back up from the wound to his face. ah, shit. no time to think about the fact that he should be a lot more affected by this than he is. why is her bad luck cloud so much more potent than most? stumbling on a supernatural ( of some sort, she isn’t well-versed ) target for intimidation is the most shitfuck luck she could have gotten. thanks, god.❛ tell me what i need to know, or this gets lethal very fast. ❜ 

❛ booker! would you help me with this? ❜ elizabeth’s voice pipes up from an alley to booker’s right. she’s propped on her tiptoes, trying (and failing) to scrabble up the side of a dumpster. a soft mewling echoes from inside.❛ i believe there’s a cat stuck in here, and i’d like to free it, but – oh, i’m just not tall enough – ❜  

❛ what do you mean where are we? ❜ elizabeth stands, the clacking of her heels echoing across rapture’s empty walls. ❛ i was following you – ! ❜ rapture is like a maze. it’s like nothing she’s ever seen before, and being stuck here has been absolutely terrifying. not to mention, it feels like they’re being … watched, thanks to atlas and his odd voxophone messages. ❛ alright, are there any maps? or – mm. we could attempt retracing our steps first. ❜

❛ i assure you, i can take care of myself. ❜ irritation tinges her tone, but it’s the mild sort – the understanding sort. elizabeth crosses her arms tightly over her chest to keep the cold out, attempting to hide the shivers. have to find a place to stay, have to find food. but… well. she can’t hide the curiosity.❛ who are you, anyway? why are you skulking around in a place like this? ❜