#pvnkshooter

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

❛ uh, first of all when have you ever known me to not give my unwaranted opinions ❜ he winks, trying to save face, then its hands held up palm flat, that boyish grin still lingering on the corners of his mouth, he should know better; does know better than to poke the tiny bear, and yet, he says it anyway, like he’s looking for a reaction, and maybe if he’s being honest he is, he likes her attention on him, even if it’s lecturing him for something stupid he’d said. not that he thinks it’s stupid, bikini kill were hardly a serious fucking rock band, their sound unpolished, their guitar sloppy, and lyrics weird — kathleen hanna was cute though, which apparently wasn’t the cherry on top of the shit sandwich nat wasn't impressed with. shit, she’s giving him that look, and he knows he’s fucking up.

no one says anything as they sit quietly in the cabin, the only noise being that of the wails coming from outside, travis grieving his little brother in his own privacy as they all wait to decide when it's time to move on. she might not know what to say to @pvnkshooter now, but she has to do something to ignore the hunger that's yet again threatening to turn to something enraged.

While it was true that there were some very strange and unexplainable things happening, Lee wasn't sure just how much he bought into the Lottie nonsense with everyone claiming that she was keeping them safe, as if she had a connection to some sort of larger power at play here. Maybe it was desperation, an attempt at holding onto whatever sliver of hope they could get their hands on by turning to faith, but he'd be lying if he said he couldn't see it turning ugly.

❝ Everyone is losin' their minds out here and I don't wanna feed into this weird cult shit either, but you know and I know that they're gonna believe what they wanna believe if it makes 'em feel safer. ❞ Lee had both talked to the others about it and overheard some of the conversations, and they seemed pretty set in turning to Lottie as some sort of guardian.

By now it was clear to everyone, and by everyone he knew it was everyone, that Eli had a not so small crush on Nat. He'd always been shit at hiding how he felt about things, even if he didn't verbalize it most the time. His face was always a dead give away. Just one more thing that separated him from his twin. You only could tell what Anna was thinking when she wanted you to know, Eli was always an open book. He'd been pacing for some time, pretty much the whole time that Nat had been getting ready for another hunt.

He had to say something. He just had to. Because, God forbid, if anything did happen he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Hell if anything happened and he did say something he wouldn't be able to live with himself, but it would be worse if he'd just said nothing. On his long legs it only took him a few strides until he was through the door, shutting it behind him. He didn't need her fucking boyfriend hearing this shit. Two more elongated strides and he was face to face with the girl he'd watched from afar for so long, though he stood before her eyes darting between her face and the floor while he nervously chewed at his thumb while he still worked up the courage to say something.

He could feel the anxiety bubbling up, making him wanna puke though there was nothing in him to throw up. It was clear his hand was shaking now too, making him look even more pathetic then he already looked. "Nat I-", the words froze, stuck in the middle of his throat like he was choking on them. There was a bit of silence before he could finally swallow again, pulling a deep breath in now the words had been wrangled. "I know, you know, I fucking like you ok? And I like you a lot. I just, I know you don't need protection, and you got fuckin' Travis there too, but I just need you to be careful out there because, I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."