[ the way that lottie says it, it sounds like she's quoting something — not that he would know the reference, how could he possibly know the whispers passed onto her by the wilderness, the lessons that It gave to her because she was the only one that knew how to listen. her head tilts as she watches him, something like a morbid fascination caught up in her confusion as she edges closer. it just seems like too much of a coincidence, to wake up in this strange new place only to hear a strange new person preaching of death and blood again.
lottie wants too badly to hear again, to connect again, to ignore what strikes her as such an obvious sign. so she walks, until she's right by the side of the bed, and she knows that she's staring too much. if this is real, she'll probably be mortified later. she's being too intense, bordering on invasive, but at her heart lottie is a believer, and she wants to believe that this is important. that it means something. ]
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[ the way that lottie says it, it sounds like she's quoting something — not that he would know the reference, how could he possibly know the whispers passed onto her by the wilderness, the lessons that It gave to her because she was the only one that knew how to listen. her head tilts as she watches him, something like a morbid fascination caught up in her confusion as she edges closer. it just seems like too much of a coincidence, to wake up in this strange new place only to hear a strange new person preaching of death and blood again.
lottie wants too badly to hear again, to connect again, to ignore what strikes her as such an obvious sign. so she walks, until she's right by the side of the bed, and she knows that she's staring too much. if this is real, she'll probably be mortified later. she's being too intense, bordering on invasive, but at her heart lottie is a believer, and she wants to believe that this is important. that it means something. ]
Blood. It'll save you?