𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪BloodyBats. [ DollxUzi ]..*

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 cold hands, cold heart

ℬ﹅𓂅✧⌯✦⋆ǂǂ๑

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 × ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸᵇᵃᵗˢ !

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Despite not knowing what happened, the now trio had separated. N with Tessa, and Uzi being by herself. An open opportunity to take advantage, whatever the circumstances might've been. 

"тот человек."

[ "The / That human." ]

She echoed, letting her unfinished words fade into thin air as she recollected her thoughts, deciding to be effective and clear. 

"Она не та, кем ты ее считаешь. Им нельзя доверять."

[ "She's not who you think she is. They can't be trusted." ]

While the Russian took multiple steps forwards, the Rebel went the opposite, being cautious in defense, as she narrowed her eyes and immediately snapped at her with a sharp reply.

"Shut it. It's not like your trustworthy either."

( Experiencing various traumatic and unnerving events really isn't the best thing to go through. )

Even by that, Doll continued on.

"Поверь мне, Узи."

[ "Trust me, Uzi." ]

With resting red eyes with the look of concern and worry, Uzi froze at that. Therefore, Doll made her way towards the other, and stood infront, grabbing her both metallic hands. Her hands were cold. Obviously like her heart. Her cold, hollow, empty heart. Even though Uzi knew as her mind screamed that this wasn't the safest, neither best option to go withㅡ she couldn't think of any other way or what to do.

The way of how the foreign coded drone looked at her. Her soothingly serene words. How carefully she took her hands in her own. It felt wrong, but equally right at the same time. 

By tugging her hands and straight into her embrace, she wrapped her arms loosely around and just nearly beneath her shoulders. And by this, at first, Uzi was reluctant. Either way, her arms went to the other drones side and waist that dragged her in first. 

Complete silence. No words were exchanged, and it felt like eternity. 

Well, being more accurate, not until Doll's hands made her way to the small of the shorter worker's back. Uzi blinked quietly with the expectation and guessing that it was probably just to pull her closer. 

. . .

But she was wrong.

Noticing the pressure she felt at merely where Doll's hands rested, she was confused, caught off guard, and everything else. What an effective twist. Realization dawned as she viewed Doll drawing her hands back to her self as her fingertips were stained with oil. Her oil. As she slumped backwards, Doll pulled her into her arms once more. 

Feeling lightheaded, millions of thoughts passed her mind along with several amounts of emotions. Confusion, betrayal, fear, and much more then she could even name of. 

It doesn't matter. Right? It didn't matter if she really loved her or not. Maybe it never did from the very start. 

What matters that who she is, what she was, and what she could cause.

Oh, how cruel and unfortunate this world is.

Without uttering a single word, the long haired worker leaned closer as she placed delicate kisses within the contact the now wounded drones face that she had purposely intended to, her fingers found the handle of the knife, resulting her to grip it firmly.

From upwards to a quick peck at her forehead, as she lowered herself within a kiss to the others neck, the knife she held drew deeper into her back, stabbing through her core. 

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527 words.

★ just a little attempt of something since it's been awhile and I haven't written anything ;)

this is jst a literal copy from a book called the dragon republic I think? I can't remember okay 😭 

anyways, i think I've returned from my absence ig. so hiii 😘🫶🫶