a fresh start with the Easter morn- (closed)

[ployboy]

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.

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[castitas]

There is a conversation here. An understanding. One that Kate's not privy to, one she doesn't understand. But it's something that Wynonna and Edward do. Something Lieutenant Little could do and Wynonna knew about it. Every inch of her hurts, even if the sharpness of it has gone now. It's more of an ache now. She feels heavy and sick. Her eyes flit between the two of them, unsure, but— they're something going on here, she knows that.

Edward Little did something to her, something she can't put words to right now. Something he knew he could do, something Wynonna knew he could do.

Something that Tim can do, too.

He'd done it to the Lieutenant, just as he'd done to Kate. Tim couldn't turn into a wolf, before. He— he turned into a wolf— she saw that. Saw it happen.

Kate shrinks behind Wynonna as soon as she moves between her the and the Lieutenant. A buffer, a shield — and she's grateful for it, as much as her mind reels from it all. She clings to the back of Wynonna's jacket, exhausted and feverish. Her stomach churns, and she wants to throw up from fear and anger and hurt—

She feels so small.

And yet he's calling for her, desperately — trying to reach for her. Kate's shaking her head, cowering away. "No, no—" she utters, panicked. "Please, don't—"

Doesn't want him near her—

"You hurt me, you—" her own voice is hoarse, her head sinks low. "I just— I just— I thought you were sick, and I— I don't—"

Her head shakes, "I feel— wrong—"

She looks so wounded, and in amongst the fear of what's happened is betrayal—

"Tim tried to stop him, only— only he— he was going to—" she doesn't want to put words to it, but she knows exactly what Tim would have done. And it feels like another betrayal. "I wanted them both to stop."