❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ - my shauna, your nat
Nat tenses up when she hears somebody come in and turns to find out it's exactly who she doesn't want to see.
It's quiet back here, and she's frozen with indecision about how to react to that. Shipman scares the shit out of her anymore. They've all changed - they've all changed, but Shipman isn't just someone else - she's something else now. Lottie had meant well but she'd really cut something lose in her after the baby.
It's goddamned cold and the cabin is gone. They're all so fucking close up to eachother in this old fucking plane. She comes back here to get away from it, from their huddled, unwashed stink. She wasn't expecting to be cornered. She wonders if Shipman's here to show her up. Do to her what she did to Lottie after she'd vouched for her, like Matthews had put a target on her back for the big bad Butcher. She feels like she deserves it. Shauna's words, her eyes? They're all ragged and hungry, as hungry as the rest of them. Maybe she's here to finish what they started the day Javi died. She still hasn't taken Jackie's fucking necklace off since the chase. "What the fuck, Shauna." Nat whispers, furrowing her brows over glassy eyes in a quivering hush. She doesn't want to wake the others - they need rest, they all do. "Go to bed." She says, like an animal trying to puff itself off to scare off something bigger and meaner.
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