Dust on the Ground || Kate & Laura

howlinglaurahale:

_{It baffled Laura, that Kate could be in the face of death and still smirk, that she could dig her claws into her skin and the huntress would still have the audacity to keep running her mouth. But that was Kate, it was the same Kate that had refused to stand down in situations that girls her age should have been terrifired of. There was a hint of the Kate that Laura had been drawn to, a lifetime ago -quite literally for the both of them - and she wondered for a moment if things could have been different, if their families hadn’t been doomed to be enemies from the start.}
_{The moan made Laura’s stomach turn, and she had to clamp her eyes shut for a moment to gather her wits, to not respond to that particular sound and change in Kate’s heart rate. It was revolting and oddly attractive all at once and Laura hated it. She wasn’t sure what reaction she’d wanted, but it definitely wasn’t’ what she was getting. Pain, anger, something alone those lines might have been somewhat gratifying, but she didn’t get that. What was worse was that Laura wasn’t sure if she would have been happy with those reactions, either. She didn’t think that she would ever be happy with any situation involving Kate, there were far too many angles and issues pricking at her mind at any given moment, and even the slight satisfaction she got from the cry of pain she pulled out of the huntress was tainted. There was a momentary sense of satisfaction at the clear anguish, the whimpers and writhing she caused, but they gave way quickly and were clouded with guilt, and it made Laura shake with anger, made her lower her hands to find a fresh patch of Kate’s skin to scratch at with her claws.}
_{“Shut up, Kate. You - you haven no sense of self preservation, do you?” Laura whispered, her anger starting to dissipate. Her words were slightly muffled as she spoke around her fangs, into the crook of Kate’s neck, and she fought to keep the edge in her voice, to not let the other emotions through. “You can’t make this about you, Kate. You’ve got to be kidding me - you set fire to that house and you killed us, and those of us that didn’t die in the fire died later, but we all lost something. You made the choice to do it. You have no right - no right to claim any pain in that. It was your fault.” Laura was seething, her hands shaking with the effort of not crushing Kate then and there - what was worse was that she felt just as responsible for what had happened that night. She knew that Kate had been around the house in those last few months, but she was too confused and heartbroken and hurt to say anything, to her mother or any of the other wolves. And her mixed relationship and failed friendship with Kate still had a way of ruining things, even after everything. “I’m not at your level, Kate. I will never stoop to your level.” She didn’t bother to pull away, kept her mouth near Kate’s ear so she could hear her words, so she wouldn’t have to look her in the eye. “Can you ever just shut the fuck up? Just let it be - let me have one thing.” Laura’s voice cracked, and she shoved herself forward, forcefully pressing Kate into the tree again, if only to catch her off guard in hopes that she would stop talking. Some stupid part of her wanted to say that Kate wasn’t alone, but she stamped out that tiny voice that had haunted her for years, tried to kill it as she stared Kate down, her eyes red. “If you’re dead to them, it’s not my fault. It’s nobody’s but your own. You started this with the fire that night, Kate. The flames were never your slaves, Kate. You burned yourself."}

^{Wherever Laura’s nails had dug in next were the least of the huntress’ worries right now, she could barely even feel it through the searing pain of her bite wound. Her shirt was stained a dark red by now, and she was sure that she was bleeding all over Laura. But once again, that wasn’t her main concern right now. The more Laura spoke, the more Kate’s head spun, so she kept her eyes closed so the wolf couldn’t see the tears that had forced themselves into Kate’s eyes. She had to maintain her confidence, it was all she had left to call her own anymore. So therefore her features remained strong when all she really wanted to do is fall over. "You can’t tell me what I have a right to feel, sweetheart. No matter what you are to me now. You’re not inside of me, inside of my head, stuck with all of the pain and guilt that I’ve felt for years. You think you know everything, but you’re so clueless.” she spoke barely above a whisper, her voice quivering slightly. Releasing a small sarcastic chuckle, she continued. “I’ve shut up for six years, Laura. When do I get to have one thing, huh? The one thing I had was torn away from me the night of the fire. But I’ve shut up about it long enough. Look at me, Laura, what do I have left to lose? I have no reason to lie, and no reason to shut up. You and your brother were the only things that I actually had, and fucking Gerard ruined it.” she started to explain, feeling nearly defeated, her confidence diminishing quickly. She was so overwhelmed, she couldn’t take it anymore. When the pressure was put on her from the shewolf she grunted, fading out into a whimper as her face scrunched before relaxing again. Another wave of white hot pain spread through her body. Finally, one single tear found it’s way down her cheek. “But everything is and always will be my fault. To everyone.” she concluded, tired of trying to explain herself to what seemed like a brick wall. Even that night of the fire, it was drilled into her head by Gerard. He had broke her, but nobody even gave her a second thought. ’It’s your fault, Katherine. If you wouldn’t have been getting all cozy with the Hale siblings they would have survived. This could have been prevented, but you had no self control. It’s. Your. Fault. Stop crying, you can’t cry over something that you caused. You don’t deserve to cry. It’s nobody’s fault but your own.’ The old man’s words had left a permanent imprint on her mind, like she had been branded. That’s the way it was always going to be, no matter who she was around. Her fault. So she wasn’t even going to bother if Laura didn’t give a fuck. There was no point in breaking her pride for someone who wasn’t going to really listen anyway.}

August 17 ( 18 ) via source

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first and foremost, this blog is highly selective. that being said, i will only write with mutuals. anyone may send asks, however. i'm not a total asshole.

no godmodding. this is like the golden rule of roleplay, it shouldn’t even have to be stated. just don’t.

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don’t hound me for replies. i put a lot of time and care into everything I write, because I’m a perfectionist and take my threads very seriously. that being said, replies aren’t going to be out extremely fast. others may get replies slightly more often than you do, i’m human. sometimes certain threads take more thought in what move I want to make next, and sometimes there’s something going on in another thread that’s captured most of my interest. i haven’t forgotten you. if you want a nice reply like everyone else, be patient. trust me, it’s worth the wait.

don’t try and smut with me if you aren’t 18 or dangerously close to it. that being said, I’m not going to demand everyone’s age from them. i trust that you’ll be honest with me if things get to that point and you’re not of age. if that happens, we can drop the final curtain and pick up with the next morning or whatever for all I care.

you don’t have to match my length. i tend to get really into what I’m writing and throw novella sized things at people without meaning to, i don’t expect that to be returned every reply. but please, at least put effort into it and give me something to work with. if i write you a book and you give me less than a paragraph, it’s likely that i won’t continue the thread.

i won’t write through reblogged asks. i just can’t stand the way it looks, and i don’t want it on my blog. if you wish to reply to an ask of mine go right ahead, just know that my reply will be a new text post with your reply pasted above it to make it a thread.

don’t antagonize if you don’t want your character to be injured or killed. kate is a skilled werewolf hunter, now equipped with a set of claws and fangs. she also hasn’t learned full control over her newfound abilities, so the smallest thing could light her fuse and set her off like a firecracker and she wouldn’t even necessarily mean to. not to mention she loves violence anyway, it’s like she gets off on it. you’ve been warned, so please don’t come whining to me if something happens to your character because they were being a dick.

if you see me writing with a duplicate of your character, don’t assume that kate will have the same relationship with your muse as well. portrayals vary, and every relationship develops differently.

plots. i love love love plotted threads and AUs. i don’t make greeting starters, but if i follow you i have interest in writing with you. if there’s something you would like to do, tell me. if i think of something for our characters i’ll definitely be popping up in your ask or on skype if we’ve shared. i also tend to make threads out of certain memes, so if there’s one i’ve reblogged that captures your interest that you think would make a good thread, send me the thing.

grammar. please use it properly. there are some things I can overlook, especially if english is not your first language. but i was given the nickname grammar nazi in high school for a reason. this only applies to threads of course, because i myself write like an idiot out of character.

i’m not a fan of OCs that happen to be children of my character. if we’ve plotted prior it’s a different story, but don’t just randomly write me a starter with some random person calling kate mom.

[ this list is likely to be altered and added to as i think of new things, just fyi ]