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#𝒪phe𝓁ia put on a re4r playthrough in the background while i study for endsems. Bad, Terrible, Horrible idea. my baby leon :( i feel ill
#𝒪phe𝓁ia finally got round to bookmarks, replies in general might be sporadic for a bit as i have finals soon!
that finally does it.
the corner of katherine’s mouth lifts into
a small smile she doesn’t bother hiding this
time.
her eyes flick to the empty glass, then back
to him.
“look at that,” she murmurs, soft with
mock surprise. “he survives hydration.”
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katherine just stares at him for a second
from where she’s still half-sprawled
against the cracked pavement, smoke
curling through the air behind him.
then she lets out a sharp breath that’s
almost a laugh.
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“you are unbelievably annoying,” she
mutters, pushing herself upright with a
wince.
her hand finally slips from his arm,
though not before giving it one last firm
squeeze like she had to make sure he
was actually there.
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she doesn’t soften at the edges the way
most people would. no careful tone. no
pity in her eyes. no “hey, it’s okay” wrapped
up in something gentle and fragile.
she watches him take the second sip,
catches the way his grip tightens around
the glass like it offended him.
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her elbow props against the bar, chin resting
lightly in her hand as she watches him out
of the corner of her eye.
“real inspiring pace you’ve got going,” she
adds, tone dry but warm underneath it.
“at this rate, you’ll be functional by next
week.”
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her breath hitches at that, at the way his
hands come up, the way he steadies her
like that, like he’s not letting her slip out
of this moment.
then he says that.
“…mm,” katherine hums quietly, like
she’s considering it.
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her gaze does lift, just briefly, meeting his
eyes like he asked, long enough to make
it count.
then it drops again.
her hand shifts against his chest, fingers
curling slightly in the fabric like she’s
testing the space between them, like she’s
deciding something.
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the blast doesn’t come all at once, it
builds. a deep, groaning pressure behind
them, metal screaming under heat before
it gives.
she doesn’t look back.
she feels it.
the shift in the air, the split-second vacuum
before the explosion tears through the
space they vacated.
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her eyes flick over him quickly—checking,
counting, making sure he’s still in one
piece.
behind them, what’s left of the creature
writhes in the fire, its movements slower
now. breaking down.
she watches it for a beat, just to be sure.
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