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Lottie trudged through the snow, each step crunching beneath her boots. The cold wind bit at her cheeks, but she pressed on, driven by a force she couldn't fully understand. The trees stood tall and silent around her, their branches heavy with snow, casting long shadows in the pale light of dawn.
Reaching her destination—a clearing where a throne stood. Lottie approached it slowly, her breath visible in the frigid air.
She spoke softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "It won't be long now. We will be together soon."
From within her coat, she drew out a bloodied heart. It was still warm, steam rising from it in the cold air. She held it reverently, her eyes fixed on the throne, and then placed it carefully on the throne, a dark offering against the pristine white.
With a deep breath, Lottie knelt before the throne. She closed her eyes, her hands clasped together in supplication. "Versez le sang, mes beaux amis," she murmured, her voice carrying a ritualistic tempo.
Then, she opened her eyes, her voice was barely more than a whisper, yet it resonated with a chilling clarity. "And let the darkness set us free."
Suddenly, a hand gripped Lottie's shoulder, its touch cold and firm. A figure loomed over her, casting a long shadow in the pale dawn light. A smile spreading across its face, emitting a low, eerie chuckle that seemed to reverberate through the clearing.
Lottie remained kneeling, her eyes fixed on the throne, unaware of the presence behind her. The figure leaned closer, its breath cold against her neck. "You have done well, Lottie," it whispered.
Lottie's eyes glazed over, lost in the trance of her own ritual. The figure's smile widened, its eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. It squeezed her shoulder tighter, its fingers digging into her flesh, yet Lottie remained oblivious.
The figure straightened, its form towering over Lottie. "Soon," it hissed, its voice a promise and a threat. "Soon, we will be free."
And with that, it vanished into the shadows, leaving Lottie alone in the clearing, her breath visible in the frigid air, her prayer echoing into the stillness.
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SONDER | yellowjackets
Fanfiction"I can't keep pretending. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone. And it terrifies me, but it's the truth. I need you to know." [yellowjackets s1-] [shauna shipman x oc] [lottie matthews x oc] [natalie scatorccio x oc]
