Don't Let Go - Huntress x Quentin

Unmasked - Trial Match

Quentin's eyes sharply looked up at the huntress in disbelief as his body dangled helplessly on her hip, he tried to wiggle his way out kicking in every direction slamming his fist down on her hip in a panic but it wouldn't budge, Quentin made an instant flashback to one of his old trials, was she going to take him to the basement? And slice across his skin for trying to get out the hatch?

Quentin's mind was racing with thoughts, still trying to effortlessly wiggling he thought maybe speaking with words will calm this woman down, Quentin wasn't too good with talking with girls due to his social awkwardness, but he gave it a shot." L-look I'm sorry! Please don't!" Quentin stammered over his words looking up at the huntress, He still couldn't really see just from the corner of his eye he saw the bunny mask.

Quentin saw himself getting closer and closer to the cabin as he went limp, so he wouldn't nettle the woman any further than he probably has.
With each wiggle and kick, she tightened her grip on the boy. She had gotten to the point that if she had tightened anymore he would have passed out from lack of air. That really would have been a waste for her. After a few moments, she began to gently rub his back in circles, as if she was trying to let him know that it was time to calm down.

Her eyes looked down at him and she stopped in her tracks, seeming to listen very closely to the pleading boy. With a head tilt and a soft smile, she used a finger to lift his chin up so she can get a better look at him. He had beautiful curly brown hair and blue eyes that seemed to glisten in the moonlight.

She brought him closer to her face, taking in a bit of his scent while holding his cheek softly. What should she do-...Keep him? Let him go? Kill him? Each option caused the excitement to grow inside her to the point her lip quivered with anticipation. She turned her head back to where her cabin was, beginning to walk towards it once more.
Quentin stared down the mud in anticipation sighing out waiting for the sting of a hook piercing through his shoulder or an ax deep within his skull, he was surprised when the huntress grabbed his face forcing him to look up at the woman's eyes.

Something in Quentin made him freeze to look back at the huntress black eyes with his blue ones, his lips parted a bit feeling the huntress's hand caress his face, each time the Huntress brought him closer to her face a more faint blush grew upon his face.

Quentin always wondered what the killers looked like under their mask especially the huntress, he would always see the lower half of her face, but he wondered what the rest of her looked like, maybe secretly beautiful that she chooses to hide or maybe some messed up a scar she didn't want anyone to see, Quentin's eyes slowly went down to see her lip quivering, was she trying to say something to him?

He had no idea what to do but just stare at the bunny mask out of fear yet amusement at the same time.
The creek of a tiny door most likely would take him out of his thoughts as she closed the door behind her and him. She rested her ax by the door before taking off the old and worn out belt full of small hatchets. The cozy cabin's front of the house contained a raging fire plus a few meat hooks that were used when the Huntress came back from hunting.

With a small thud, she had set the survivor down, giving him a glance to not move. Her hands worked quickly, tieing the boy by the neck with a thick rope so he wouldn't be able to go anywhere. Being satisfied with her work, she tied the other end to a pole by the stairs, allowing him to walk no more than 10 feet around her home. The sound of stairs groaning filled the home while she went upstairs.

A soft huff left her as she cleaned up the small mess that was left in her home by a few of the survivors. After being satisfied she came back down.
Quentin watched as the huntress set her ax down by the doorway making him think she must live here, ' well no shit Quentin she does ' he thought to himself, Quentin let out a little Yelp as he was dropped down to the floor and flinched as the huntress tied him up. After the huntress finished tying him up as he felt around his neck for the rough structure, he looked down at the rope following the trail to realize he was giving some room to walk around.

Quentin watched as the Huntress went up the stairs leaving him down in the warm room to look around, what was she going to do with him? Without thinking Quentin started walking around in the cabin till he was met with a harsh tug of the rope to tell him that's as far as he can go.

He sighed fixing his beanie hat from the not so enjoyable ride by the huntress as his blue eyes fixated all around the cabin, he'd been on this map a lot with other killers he's just never been inside the cabin that much since he was always outside in the rain working on generators.

Quentin eyed up at the staircase hearing the huntress clean up around her house from the survivors running in and out her house with mud splattered everywhere, he kinda felt bad in away.
Anna wasn't particularly the nicest person, several times she'd curse out in Russian due to dropping something or finding a bigger mess to clean. Once she had finished cleaning the upstairs, she brought her bucket of rainwater and cloth down the steps and set them down before going back up to do one last thing.

Her fingers touched the delicate mask and she softly pulled it off, wiping her face a little before tieing her shoulder-length hair up so it wouldn't get in her way. Placing the bunny mask in a drawer, she inspected her other masks. Each mask was handcrafter by her and only her.

She hummed her sweet melody softly and went down the stairs once more, picking up the bucket and cloth and beginning to clean up some of the mess downstairs. She didn't exactly look at Quentin to show her face but anyone could tell that it was off.
Quentin moved to the corner hesitantly watching the huntress clean the muddy floor from his teammates run through the house as he listened to the melody, he'll admit she did have a beautiful voice but the voice didn't match this terrifyingly tall woman that throws hatchets like she's in the Olympics. Quentin spoke out gently making sure not to startle her to do something to him.

" I like your voice..." Quentin spoke out nervously kicking at his own shoe that showed he was just as nervous as his quivering voice, he stared intensely at the huntress's face trying to see what she looked like, he only got a side view of her cheek instead which lead Quentin on with more curiosity than he'd like to have.

Quentin reached his hand out slowly only to slowly put it back down to realize what he was going to do, he wanted to feel upon her cheek along with her hair it just looked so human...so natural to him.

He just kept quiet and backed himself up against the wood, Quentin rubbed his slightly bruised arm from earlier as he continued to stare and admire the huntress from afar out of anticipation.
Dipping the dirty cloth into the bucket of water, she twisted the damp cloth to get rid of the excess liquid. She hummed sweetly as she worked to clean up the mess. After being satisfied with her cleaning, she got rid of the now dirty bucket of water and hung up the cloth for it to dry.

A hand ran through her brown hair, a few tangles unraveling at the action. She turned around a little to look at Quentin, allowing him to look at her face. If someone else were to look at her, they would have thought she was just another normal person.

Sad baggy eyes were placed on the killer's face and her eyes seemed to be a mixture of brown and black. A small scar was placed upon her lip, but even though with the bunny mask people could still be able to see the marking. For the moment she frowned at him, tilting her head a little at his words.

She turned her head away before Quentin tried to reach his hand out to her cheek, not knowing that he had done it. Part of her hated how she was and part of her loved it- The creaking of the wood in her house ceased her thoughts and she looked over to him.
Quentin did his famous sigh out once again, he wanted to avoid every conflict as possible but all he just wanted his answer, when Quentin saw the huntresses face she was prettier than he thought she would be well he at least thought, so he'd disagree with David's insults against the woman's looks.

" How long am I going to be here?..." Quentin asked with fear covering his voice, maybe it was just her sick plan to make him feel safe then after crushing his hope away for it to feed for the entity, Quentin pressed his back up against the wall slowly dragging himself down along it to the point he sat down on the floor with a thud staring down at the floor kicking at the locker beside him softly before he spoke again.

" If you're going to kill me just get it done and over I have places to be..." Quentin said softly staring down at his drying pants leg.
The huntress dusted off her pants before looking over to the last survivor. Walking towards him, her feet becoming heavy against the wooden floor which caused creeks to fill the air with each step. Her body seemed to tower over his, most likely making him feel smaller than he really was. She crouched down in front of him, taking in his features yet again. Her eyes looked at each detail, watching him very closely.

A finger gently lifted his chin up so he could look at her. She wanted to see those blue eyes again. Her thumb rubbed his cheek softly and she gently pulled him in a bit closer, their faces being mere inches apart.

Her other hand gently played with a few curls from his head, allowing the silence other than the fireplace- to relax the two of them. She was unsure how long she would keep him but she knew he would at least be here for the night- well if there was even a night.

"Shaaa..." She spoke to him as if she was shushing the boy.
Quentin's lips parted a bit looking right back into the huntress's eyes staring deeply into them before his own hand came up mindlessly to caress her cheek softly making his eyelids lower a bit, Quentin's tensed shoulders relaxed.

It almost seemed like he was in a trance-like state, the more he stared it was like the more he fell in love with her eyes, Quentin just practically melted when she shushed him, letting Quentin rest upon her hand nuzzling his cheek into the palm of it felt amazing. Like all his problems had gone away, no more entity, no more Freddy, and especially no more killing.

Quentin felt a soft genuine smile raise upon his lips, but it was as soon realization hit making him stumble back startled a bit after feeling himself rest upon a killer's hand out of comfort.

" Sorry..." Quentin mumbled to himself but enough for the huntress to hear.
The killer smiled softly as she felt the survivor's hand come to gently caress her cheek. She hadn't had any affection for over 20 years- and it pained her, even more, to think about it. The hand that played with a few of his curls came to gently rub at his lips with her pointer finger.

She was mesmerized by his face, seeming to almost make a quiet purr as she did so. She watched as the boy melted at her shushing, making her smile softly and rub his cheek when he nuzzled into it. The other hand went from his lips to his back, wanting to keep him here like this for a little while longer.

Anna seemed to be shocked when he stumbled back towards the wall, causing her to flinch and a wave of despair to fill her eyes before blinking it away. She remembered the feeling of being rejected- she remembered it so precisely. Even to this day, she continues to be rejected.

For the first time in several years, she began to tear up, being ashamed and embarrassed by herself for being at one of her weakest states.
Quentin felt bad about the sudden reaction he wasn't used to snuggling his head into killer's hands but I did feel good to have some sort of affection...he breathed out heavily from his nose biting his lip noticing the huntresses' expression that left his heart aching a bit.

Quentin bit his lip harder than he slowly raised his arms around the huntress's torso bringing himself in close to her chest to rest his head, he listened to her pounding heartbeat making him relax once again sighing out in contentment.

" Can you do that again....rub your hand through my hair...please?" Quentin asked he loved when people played through his hair or even combed it in that matter as long as they were massaging his head he loved it to the fullest, sometimes it gets to him, and he'll end up taking a good ass nap in the person's lap.

He tries to not let the sleep get the best of him, but he is an insomniac so it was quite hard keeping himself awake. Quentin decided not to pull away from her and just continued to lay his head down comfortably on the woman's chest.
The huntress desperately tried to wipe at the tears, breathing in a little heavier to try and calm her crying. She felt absolutely terrible now to the point she almost flinched at being touched by the survivor. She almost froze when she felt his head rest on her chest but the comfort of being held by someone again caused her to ease herself back into holding him again.

She softly brought him to her lap, laying her body against a piece of furniture in her home. She gently took off his beanie and began to play with his curly hair with her free hand. The other gently patted his back, still having the woven hat in her fingers.

The breathing from her gradually began to return back to normal, signaling that the little mishap had decreased. Each finger curled around a strand of his hair, allowing herself to just play with the curly brown locks. A soft hum came from her but the melody seemed different from her lullaby.

After a few minutes of playing with the boy's hair, she stopped and used the hand to make him look up at her. Her heart almost skipped several beats and she pulled his face closer to hers. She studied him quietly, allowing herself to continue humming before she stopped. Her lips gently brushed against his, giving a gentle tender kiss to him.
Quentin kept his little smile as she ran her fingers through his hair, he missed this, he missed this a lot back at home just a feeling of being near someone feeling safe, in the entity's realm it was like you couldn't trust anyone but it felt like the huntress was an acceptation.

Soon again he felt the Huntress left and pull his face closer to hers, Quentin's heart began to beat two times faster than it usually does and normally that heartbeat would tell him something bad is coming or happening but with this heartbeat, it was completely different, you know? That heartbeat you get around your crush when they walk by.

Quentin listened to her beautiful humming with all ears, her voice was nothing he's heard before, and he loved it. Quentin was surprised when he felt the Huntress's lips press upon his giving him a gentle kiss, he pulled back to stare into the woman's eyes with his lips parted, it felt so weird kissing a killer, the wonderful spark of adrenaline ran through him as his eyelids lowered and brought the huntress in by her shoulders smashing his lips against hers giving her a nice fiery passionate kiss.

Quentin tugged on her shirt wanting to pull the huntress closer to him as much as possible like he never wanted to let go.
Anna's heart almost fluttered when she saw the smile on the survivor's face. Each curl she had in her fingers seemed to hold onto her. It had been several years since she was able to be close to someone else- let alone play with their hair. Most of her...Daughters refused to let her touch them.

After the sweet kiss, the huntress looked at Quentin's eyes- those beautiful blue eyes. She could almost get lost in them if she wasn't careful. A small squeak left her when his lips smashed onto her's, causing her to be under a tad bit of distress before easing into the kisses.

Her hands pulled him closer to her, rubbing his sides up and down to try and calm him. She wasn't going anywhere- at least not for right now. Eyes closing she cupped his cheek sweetly and kissed softly- She wasn't exactly in the mood to be so rough with him. That would just scare him off- A gentle tug on his bottom lip signaled what she wanted- she hadn't even realized she had done it. This felt too natural-