#kitridge

September 27, 2018:

Shadow Tertiary, Mirror, Alloy.

@tuppencetrinkets - Petra and Kitridge

It started with a small home invasion.

Kitridge had come back to a quiet house and a single window in the den with blue-ish light filtering through the curtains. A flash of irritation made her conclude that the twins stayed up late without permission again. No. The kids were asleep and on her faded green couch was a man wearing a leather jacket and eyes that said ‘don’t refuse what I’m about to offer.’

That was over three months ago and Kitridge still felt sick to her stomach every time she didn’t reach for the crossbow in the kitchen. He wanted her to play nursemaid to his waifish and pregnant mortal “bride.” Expecting twins and having a hard time supporting herself under the weight from the looks of it. Quint (’bastard dog’ she called him in private) cut her a deal; help with the babies or take you’re own and clear out. Kitridge couldn’t think about herself anymore since agreeing to take Tamara and Chirin as mere infants. Moving wouldn’t be good for them and this stretch of the city was the safest she had ever been in. She always wondered why and now she knew.

It was hard connecting with the young blonde at first but slowly, day by day, Kit could see her chippings in the shell. “Lunch-time. Tray for three.” She said with a little bit of pep while setting the food near Petra’s nightstand. Kitridge remained optimistic about the babies while Petra didn’t let much emotion about them show. Perhaps if Kit kept up her facade then Petra would remain stronger for them.

The Shifter shuddered to think how they were conceived.