≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
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summary: Mari's devotion to Lottie starts to become a point of contention for you both, especially when it results in friction between her and Natalie.
warning/s: mentions of death, starvation, blood and injury.
author's note: not much to say here other than enjoy!
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I played with my bottom lip, arm crossed over my chest as I watched the group of Lottie's loyal followers following after her out of the cabin and to their usual spot where they did some prayer circle bullshit.
Usually, it didn't bother me, and neither did Mari's involvement in it, but since we'd eaten Jackie, it felt like it was actually having an impact on the others and it worried me. They truly believed Jackie would have wanted us to eat her – how insane was that?
"Hey," I caught Mari's arm as she was leaving to follow after them, stopping her on the porch.
She stopped, glancing at the others before looking to me with raised brows. "Yeah, what's up?"
I glanced at them too, trying not to sound too judgemental. "You still going to this then?"
She straightened up, mildly defensive. "It's something to do. And Lottie's right. You should try it, Y/N."
I blinked, reading the conviction in her expression. "Mari, c'mon... you still think she's onto something here? After everything?"
Mari narrowed her eyes, detecting my stance on the matter. "Yeah, I do."
I gave her a knowing look. "I'm not convinced. And I'm worried that you–"
"Well, it's a good thing you're not my mom, isn't it?" she cut me off, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
I sighed, wanting to avoid getting into an argument. "I know I'm not, but I'm trying to look out for you. Y/BF/N would have–"
"Y/BF/N isn't here," she hurled the statement like I didn't know. "And you're not her or my cousin or my sister either. So, quit acting like it."
My mouth closed as she ended the conversation by walking away, jogging to catch up with Lottie and the others. I swallowed down my hurt. I knew she could be difficult – she always had been – but this was different. This was personal.
I'd like to say I got over it and continued with my day as usual, but I didn't. Mari's words and general behaviour lately were swirling around in my head like a bad dream. How was this the same girl who would pull her blanket and pillow to mine when she had a bad dream?
