#brutalitae

        ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒, but you haven’t given me a single kiss. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? ❞

❛   hello   ?   ❜    the mechanic’s shop is a little bit in the other direction than she was heading  ,  but what other choice did she HAVE  ?  it is late  :  lydia is a little worried that everything was closed  ,  but  —  well  .  it was still unlocked  .    ❛   still open  ?   ❜

𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  :  𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝟐 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 at a time  ,  it seems  .  lydia wakes to a scream  ,  from a scream  ,  with a scream  .  someone is going to die  ,  she knows knows knows  .  someone has already died  .  someone is dying  .  and she is so tired  ,  she is so tired from all of the SEEING  .  from the sleep walking  ,  the lack of rest  ,  the weight  .  all of it  ,  all of it  .    ❛   ––––  i didn’t sleep well last night  .   ❜    it comes as quiet offering  ,  explanation for her behavior  .  her head is pressed  ,  here  ,  against the width of his shoulder  ,  her body almost curled on it’s side  .  if she were any more awake  ,  there would be a little more self preservation  :  but he is warmwarm and solid  ,  and  —  it lulls  .    ❛   mmh  ,  just  —  a cat nap  .  give me ten minutes and i’ll be gone  .   ❜    presses a little closer   ,  nose brushing the fabric of his shirt  .  somehow  ,  somehow  —  she slips into sleep  .

 She didn’t know his name. Hadn’t seen him before today - as far as she knew, anyway. But Cheryl had grown somewhat of a sixth sense for strangeness, things that weren’t right. Whether it was just the vibe from a situation, a place, or a person, she always went with the feeling in her gut and the little voice in her mind telling her something was going in a weird direction. He was one of the few people who she had paid any attention to, another unusual thing for the redhead. But he seemed different. Didn’t seem to fit in with the crowd that currently filled up the room around them. Whether he just looked out of place or seemed to know next to no one, it intrigued her.

❛   𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓  .   ❜    𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂  ,  𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 bit like some kind of wry acceptance  .  lydia martin carries her fear in her throat  :  it shivers at the base of it  ,  that little bit of terror  ,  sits pretty and begging to be loud  ,  in the hollow of her throat  .  she swallows it down  ,  pretends pretends  .

that is something she knows how to do quite well  .  

here  ,  confidence sounds a little like nonchalance  ,  like she is not worried  .  like she holds no concern  .    ❛   what do you need me to do  ?   ❜

❛   𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  ,  𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  .   ❜  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐒 still oozing  ,  still blood  -  hot and dripping  .  lydia’s got a bit of a grimace at the look of it  ,  but she has seen ENOUGH blood  ,  enough gore in her day that it  ,  truly  ,  hardly means a thing  .  more than anything  ,  concern sits HIGH in her throat  .    ❛   you’re not healing  .  that usually means something is WRONG  .   ❜

slow is her approach  !  lydia shrugs out of her cardigan  ,  drapes it over the back of her couch because she is worried about staining the sleeves red  .    ❛   could you stop being a baby and let me at LEAST clean it out  ?  whatever sliced you was probably laced with wolfsbane  .  once it’s gone  ,  at least you’ll be able to heal  .  okay  ?  i don’t want you bleeding out on my carpet  .  it’s expensive  .  so  SIT STILL  .   ❜