NOW DON’T YOU DARE.
@pocketknlves {{ you lovely th0t... * “ offering their jacket... “
𝐂old water fell onto the girl’s small frame at a heavy pace, drenching her completely as she walked through the foggy forest scene. Laurie always loved rain, ever since she could remeber, even the slightest of drizzles or grey-cloud cover made everything feel okay. It was so much more peaceful, no harsh sun boring into her porcelin skin, no heat burning her body, just the gentle shadow of grey. She honestly forgot just how long she was out in the rain, her last traces being walking out of the trial’s exits & instantly perking up at the scent of a brewing storm.
Never had the weather shifted at their makeshift “sanctuary”, if you could even call it such. It always was the same suffocating, muggy air, uncomfortably warm & stagnent. She knew the Entity controlled everything that happened here, from things as grande as who died the next moment, to the little ones like where each grain of dirt shifted under their bloodied soles. Was this the lead to a new form of punishment? Was it a spiteful mockery of the things they used to love before being caught in hell?
Who cared. Laurie didn’t. She was going to enjoy it,
even if it was the death of her.
She looked up into the dark sky, the color a calming dark blue. This rain was much more than a constant rasp again the ground, it was a complete downpour. The sound of the rain was roaring around her in a white haze, lulling her into a gentle state. She felt ALIVE, feeling the tender pressure of each drop against her body, the heaviness of her soaked blouse on her body, it brought her back to her senses in a lovely way.
Sitting atop a long-ago crumbled pillar of rusted brick, the blonde closed her eyes, a genuine smile coming across her face. It was freedom, well — one of the closer things to freedom — she was able to experience in the fog for such a god damn long time. It felt like everything was going to be OKAY, that maybe, just maybe, things were not too bad.
She almost began to drift into a slumber, until she felt the weight of SOMETHING being place over her small shoulders.
Her eyes opened instantly, one of her hands grasping onto the thing placed on her. It was rough, yet soft, denim? Reching up, she felt the soft, warming sheep’s wool around the collar. Oh god, really Tommy.
Looking to her side, & tilting her head up, she saw the familiar face of Tommy Jarvis, a kind smile greeting her back. What was he thinking, being out here in such weather. They already were faced with life or death almost every hour, & for sure this kind of rain could leave him with, at the least, a pretty nasty cold, something that the blonde knew he would avidly NOT allow her to care for.
She shook her head, giving the man a disapproving stare, readying herself to push his almost-famous jean jacket back onto his figure.
“ Tommy, no.
You need this more than I do, you could catch a cold out here ! “
