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id: @dealtdeath
            lottie’s elbow buckled sharply against the rough bark of the towering tree she was leaning on, her adrenaline starting to ebb while her hands throbbed painfully from clawing at the dirt and roots beneath her in desperation. she was almost embarrassed to meet his gaze amid the tense silence; she felt her lip begin to tremble as if a wave of failure was imminent, yet she forcibly kept herself optimistic, clinging to a fragile sense of hope.
            a faint nod responded to his remark, with a ghost of a smile flickering at her lips. it didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was unfortunately, all she could muster in that moment. “ thank you. ” honestly, she should’ve been more worried about what his presence signified for her safety— but her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the girls and the urgent need to destroy the demons responsible. consequences be damned. “ i (... )” she pushed herself upright, trying to locate where the last girl might be hiding or lying injured. “ we need to find the last girl. c’mon. ” 

death’s scrutinizing gaze lands on the huntress first, as if he were annoyed by this disturbance. but then, as he looks at the three terrified girls by charlotte’s side, the annoyance turns into something rare for the deity. it is almost tender, apologetic. not for his introduction, but for the situation they were placed in. his heart beats only once per minute, and it is for humanity—- his biggest annoyance, his greatest weakness. the intake of breath is sharp as he takes a small step forward, his eyes landing on charlotte once more. she was not in the best shape for what she had done, but she did it anyway—- determination and empathy had been the best human qualities about charlotte, that he could not deny. 
            
            “do not apologize for showing human emotion, nor for calling my name in a time of need. my creators be damned,”  he looks away from her then, towards the girls once more. he knows their names, he knows they’re in the middle of rehearsing for some play, he knows they were in the same friend group. they do not deserve this and yet here they are, suffering at the hands of demons that did not belong on this earth. he takes a few steps towards them, a warm smile on his lips as he pulls something out from his pockets. he whispers to them, in hopes of making them less afraid for what is to come. he will deal with everything later, as soon as the girls are safe.

/ i wasn’t sure how calling him works so i hope this is okay! <3 

id: @bIoodstars 
            that doesn’t matter— this place is gonna burn to the ground and we need to get out of here. (…) are you hurt at all?

@eadimidium @sirenscngs 
            / you guys 🤧 thank you i think i’ll keep this one 

/  imagine overthinking existing perfection 🫪 

*     all of your themes are stunning wdym??

@dearprey 
            / omggggg pls <3 

/  i can be for you  ;) 

id: @heIIshound 
            no, i haven’t i was just… listening. it sounds like you’re humming one of those songs you i͟n͟s͟i͟s͟t͟e͟d͟ i change earlier. 

id: @heIIshound 
            [ there’s a brief moment when lottie doesn’t say anything; her fingers stay stuck on the mouse pad as her breathing starts to rise. everything in her mind begs her to keep it together for once, but instead of moving at all, she embarrassingly starts to taste tears slip past her lips—warm and salty. the sound of her laptop closing barely registers in the tense silence, but his hand suddenly causes her to startle. her chair legs lift off the floor with a loud scrape before pounding back down, creating a harsh noise in the quiet room.  her lips part to mutter some sort of retort, like an apology, but she doesn’t make a sound. she instinctively leans on his shoulder, quiet for a moment before catching her breath. ] i (…) i wanna kill the bastard, scott. i n-need to kill it. 

[ scott is already sitting upright before she turns the laptop for him to view.  a hand rests on the pad,  the page scrolling as he reads the article.  the revelation causes his brows to pull together.  the sudden shift in her is something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him—-  yet he hesitates reaching for her.  to grab her hand.  to squeeze it gently as a act of reassurance.  a heavy breath slips from his nostrils and he shuts the laptop,  the bright screen no longer lighting the space between them. ]   that’s enough research for tonight.   [ he looks to her,  finally.  a part of him is glad to be allowed the knowledge of something so intimate of her past.  he holds it close to him as if it’s something to protect. ]    it’ll be okay.   ( .. )   it won’t get to you.  i won’t let it.  alright?  

id: @heIIshound
            this case (…) something about it doesn’t feel right. [ with a furrow of her brows she sits up, turning her laptop around to reveal the article on the killing they were investigating. her mind flashes with images of her parents and their bodies lined up with exactly what the article said. ultimately, it stated that they could’ve attacked each other. deep scratch marks were found on the victim’s necks and pieces of skin found under their nails. her stomach fell, and as her finger hovered over the mouse, her hands started to shake. ] i think this is the demon that killed my parents. (…) it’s never been this close to me before. 

/      curious mayhapsss

/ hostile intro

/  you already know 😼

despite the hug being brief, likely due to the involuntary reaction from emiko, she begins to understand why aden seems so obsessed with being close to charlotte. it didn’t make a lot of sense to her at first, but feeling her radiating warmth for the first time? it all kind of fell into place. her heart pumped her own blood, she smells of strawberries and vanilla. her touch is light, but impactful. it is like an old friend’s, or a bittersweet memory of what it felt like to be alive. that was the hardest part of making friends for emiko—- many were human, many would grow old and grey and leave her behind. she would be the only one standing, and yet.. a little part of her is thankful she took the step to be friends with charlotte.
            
            the vampire clears her throat then, wrapping her arms around herself as her lips form a tight line. she stares at the woman for a moment, and then she lets her gaze flicker to the clothes.  “i’m open to anything, so long as there isn’t glitter—- that stuff never comes off.”  she shifts her weight and tilts her head. she should give a response back to her sentimental moment, but she doesn’t know how to. she kept her heart underneath a lock and key, only letting three people in existence know the contents of it. but if charlotte was going to be her friend, and if emiko wanted her to stay, she had to allow it at some point. it just can’t be right there and then.

id: @bIoodswrath
            upon her approval, lottie leans over, her warm eyes shining as she opens her arms to embrace her new friend. she notices emiko’s shoulders stiffen slightly, and a quiet, amused exhale escapes through her nose, cutting the small act of affection short. despite lottie’s bubbly and extroverted demeanor, she had rarely had friends outside the hunter community—people she could talk to about normal things, even if it was just about a rockstar outfit for a vampire concert. she observes that her hand is still resting against emiko’s shoulder even after she pulls away, and she lets it fall back to her side, her lips pressed into a thin line of reassurance. " you guys are probably my only friends right now, y’know? It means a lot to me that you’ve invited me to— anything, not just this." her hands clasps together, smiling small even though it always felt embarrassing to admit the limited scope of her social life. she wouldn’t mind having someone close to her that she could actually trust. snapping herself out of her thoughts, she turns back to the outfits she laid out to her. snapping out of her thoughts, she turns back to the carefully laid-out outfits in front of her.
            
            " right! oh my god, the outfits. are you open to, kinda— switching things around? just a bit. "

whatever goes through charlotte’s mind, emiko doesn’t need to know. she doesn’t pry for the information, doesn’t wiggle her way in and make the attempt to force it out of her. emiko believed in privacy, first and foremost. well.. for everyone except aden. aden and emiko never kept secrets from each other—- not even as children, trapped in the house of their ‘father.’ they had always been, and always would be the closest. she could make room for someone to be added in. she already had, really. at the simplest question ever, emiko doesn’t know how to react. in all of her life, who had asked to give her a hug? who had asked before they just did it without a care for what she wanted? she clears her throat as she stands up straight, letting her arms fall to her sides.  “i suppose.. that would be all right,”  she confirms with a little nod of her head. who knows? perhaps from this, she might learn to appreciate hugs, or any kind of physical affection outside of a crisp high five on her way out of the door. excluding ximena, who always got hugs if she wanted them.