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singillatim2025-04-19 05:08 pm
ployboy) wrote in singillatim2025-04-19 05:08 pm
a fresh start with the Easter morn- (closed)
Who: Kate, Edward, Tim, others
What: an Easter celebration meets the Darkwalker's Revenge
When: on or about Easter, April
Where: Milton Church main chapel, other cabins
Content Warnings: we start with themes of cannibalism; loss of self; predation; stalking; vigilantism; violence; and there will be additional warnings on individual threads
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Not that Tim could let himself fall asleep this time. The twilight of day is a heavy weight on his limbs and lids, but in him thrums the electric anticipation of all-black night. So for now, rest is as hard to come by as sleep. And it wouldn't do to keep idle. With the Aurora coloring the sky above often, Tim had gleaned one bit of information that would have meant nothing to him before:
The calendars, paper and digital, are in agreement that Easter is upon them.
And Kate's probably going to make a big thing out of it.
He won't be jostled awake this time, at least. But Tim figures: well, he can wish her a-- happy Sunday or whatever. Give her something sweet, and then hightail it out of there. Sure. Why not. He has nothing cute for her, but he's got Jolly Ranchers. It'll have to do.
But Kate's not in her room.
He finds her making her way to the old church already. He finds the Lieutenant by her side. And that's never been a sight that he could simply let be.
Kate's Saviors have a frankly deplorable habit... of hurting her.
So Tim, a shadow and as silent as one, follows. He has a promise to keep.
What: an Easter celebration meets the Darkwalker's Revenge
When: on or about Easter, April
Where: Milton Church main chapel, other cabins
Content Warnings: we start with themes of cannibalism; loss of self; predation; stalking; vigilantism; violence; and there will be additional warnings on individual threads
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Not that Tim could let himself fall asleep this time. The twilight of day is a heavy weight on his limbs and lids, but in him thrums the electric anticipation of all-black night. So for now, rest is as hard to come by as sleep. And it wouldn't do to keep idle. With the Aurora coloring the sky above often, Tim had gleaned one bit of information that would have meant nothing to him before:
The calendars, paper and digital, are in agreement that Easter is upon them.
And Kate's probably going to make a big thing out of it.
He won't be jostled awake this time, at least. But Tim figures: well, he can wish her a-- happy Sunday or whatever. Give her something sweet, and then hightail it out of there. Sure. Why not. He has nothing cute for her, but he's got Jolly Ranchers. It'll have to do.
But Kate's not in her room.
He finds her making her way to the old church already. He finds the Lieutenant by her side. And that's never been a sight that he could simply let be.
Kate's Saviors have a frankly deplorable habit... of hurting her.
So Tim, a shadow and as silent as one, follows. He has a promise to keep.
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Laelaps shakes herself, wanting to be free of the ribbon and its things. From the already torn envelope, redpink and small candies fall to the snow. Maybe old and a little sticky, but wrapped.
And smelling like artificial watermelon.]
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[ Her voice is hushed, and she reaches out to pet her — hand gently over her head and rounding to scratch round the back of one ear. Merry's just fine with being ignored, and keeps his easy stance, tail still wagging.
She shakes and something drops down into the snow. Kate frowns, reaching— is that a Jolly Rancher?
There's bunny ears in the snow. Kate's eyes shift up again to the dog's neck, noticing and realising. ]
Okay, hang on. Lemme get this.
[ She reaches for the wolfdog's neck, untying the fabric. Not ribbon, but like cotton. Something torn from something else. Kate frowns, finding the partially shredded envelope — a couple more falling out as she needs to pause to retrieve them from the snow. Kate sighs, it's heavy. ]
... Did he make you wait here in the snow with these?
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It might have made untying the fabric collar a little more difficult. But what's one more moment of inconvenience in this already long night?
Jolly Ranchers, yes. The bunny ears. And the envelope; sorry there's no Easter bUnny hiding in all this snow but YoU foUnd An Easter Lily! in handwriting that Kate is sure to recognize. A meager offering, but that's the nature of living to fight for their lives.
Lily- Laelaps- blinks questioningly to the girl. Is her work here done? And where is that stupid boy, anyway...?]
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[ Like sure, is Laelaps a little on the cautious or edgy side? She'd guess so. She doesn't have the approachable nature like her brother. Merry's always been more social kind of dog, cheerful and excitable. But... honestly, Laelaps is totally just a sweet and soft dog underneath.
She's laughing and it's bittersweet. She's mad. She's upset. But not at the dog. Laelaps hasn't done anything wrong. But Kate still feels the sharp, uncomfortable twists of everything in her stomach, her chest.
He left the dog here to gift her candies and— her eyes close, she has to take a minute. Her jaw tightens.
God, Tim— you're such a— ]
I'm still mad at him. [ She says it softly to the dog. Is she? Is it indignation? Offense? It's certainly upset. Kate sighs tightly. ] I didn't— I didn't want this. I wish he didn't— he took things too far. He didn't stop for one minute to think about what I wanted. He just—
[ ... Laelap doesn't deserve this. ]
I'm sorry. [ She offers another pet. ] Can you forgive me?