❝ what are you still doing up? it’s late. ❞ - from tlou james (ok but imagine: mayven having found out abt the cannibalism thing while james was out on a hunt tho 👀)
there was no use in even trying to sleep — her gut felt like it was full of battery acid and her head felt like it was pooling with blood, throbbing and pinching her nerves. her body didn’t even feel like her own — violated in a way she couldn’t even put into words — a way she couldn't rationalize. how could james do this? wasn’t he supposed to protect her? weren’t they a team? why did he let her eat — people? even at the thought of it she felt bile creep up her esophagus, threatening to expel itself from her. it was a simple accident that lead her to find out the truth — overhearing a guilt-filled conversation with two other men. it was never venison. how could she be so fucking stupid?
‘ can’t sleep. ’ she finally says. her neck craned up from her slouched position on the edge of the couch. her eyes were dark, tired, betrayed. her lips were turned in a perfect pout of disapproval. her voice lowered as she met his gaze — it was something serious, cold, and unfamiliar to even herself.
‘ did you know, james? ’ she asked, her voice unwavering. ‘ did you know we were eating FUCKING PEOPLE? ’
