Dust on the Ground || Kate & Laura

howlinglaurahale:

^{Laura’s hands had shifted to Kate’s shoulders, holding her against the tree, though she had a feeling that the blood loss would make it difficult for the other woman to move, either way. She was keeping herself grounded just as much as she was keeping Kate down, anchoring them both to the spot . As much as she wanted to hate her, to completely hate her with every fiber of her being and not care, she just couldn’t Laura had never been capable of it, had never had what it took to just hate her and feel nothing more for her than that hatred, and she knew it. She knew it because she’d thought about Kate so many times over the years, had wondered so many times, she knew it because she’d actually felt a bit of remorse when the woman died, along with the inevitable relief. Even after biting her, after exacting her revenge on the woman that had massacred her entire family, Laura couldn’t hate her. She didn’t want to believe her, didn’t want to think that she’d ever really cared about them, because it would have been easier that way. And she wished that, even knowing that it was true, she could learn to hate Kate, that she could stick to the no excuses mantra that she’d carried with her for years and not care. But she wasn’t an animal. She had a heart. She had feelings. It wasn’t possible. She knew that Kate was right, that she had nothing left to lie about, that she was turning into something that her family wouldn’t accept. It dawned on Laura that she’d taken the last thing Kate had - her humanity. And she hated herself for feeling guilty about that. Her momentary victory was bittersweet, and it wrenched her heart, left a thick lump in her throat. The thin little trail the tear had left on Kate’s cheek was clear even in the dull light of the moon, and Laura couldn’t get rid of the guilt that settled in her stomach. “Shut up.” She whispered, slamming her fist against the trunk of the tree and choking on some sound that she didn’t recognize. “You betrayed us, Kate.” She refused to look at her, averted her eyes and stared into the darkness of the forest. And she should have run then, should have disappeared between the trees and left Kate to rot, or to writhe in pain until the bite stuck, but she stayed. “You had us in your fucking palm and you crushed us. It is your fault. He didn’t set the fire. You’re the one to blame.” Laura tried to keep the bite in her words, but it just wasn’t there - she was trying to convince herself that it was Kate’s fault just as much as she was trying to blame her. “You can’t have anything else. You shouldn’t. We gave you so much and you just took it and you ruined it.” Laura was starting to lose control, her claws were scratching at the bark of the tree, and she fought not to cry, not to let it be shown that she was still upset over a betrayal that had happened years ago, that had come before the fire. “Whatever role he played, you set the fire, Kate. You could have said no. You didn’t have to.” The wolf whispered, the tension in her shoulders dissipating somewhat as she shook her head, the look of hatred falling away. “We lo - we trusted you. You could have been pack.”}

^{Kate had started to become pale by this point, breath slightly more shallow. Damn, how long did it take for this fucking shit to work? Minutes? Hours? She didn’t have a clue in the world, but the intense pain accompanied by the conversation was slowly starting to break down her outer wall of sass and heartless strength. She was running out of the energy for it. When the wolf hit the tree, Kate didn’t even flinch though. Her eyes remained closed. She had grown to not be phased by that kind of thing, just like when her brother shot the tree right by her head and she didn’t even blink. Scoffing softly as the wolf continued to toss the blame at her. She was too tired to even snark about it at the moment, and she wanted to kick her own ass for it. She hated being like this, it had been so long since she let herself be like this. Fuck. “It was meant to ruin me, don’t you get it?” she questioned in return, only to hear Laura continue rambling. But this time there was something else in her voice, a certain pain that caused yet another tear to drag down he huntress’ cheek. As soon as that final sentence fell from the wolf’s lips, Kate opened her eyes to look at her, a sincere pain and honesty in her expression. “You don’t think I know that? Come on Laura, I’m not stupid. That’s what I wanted, to be with your family, and that was the problem. And y'know, if I would have refused I would have been killed without a second thought and he would have done it anyways. Refusing wouldn’t have benefited me any more than actually doing it. Just saved a couple of lives by making sure you and Derek weren’t caught up in it when it happened. Some heartless bitch I am, huh? You can stop guilt tripping me now, sweetie. I feel shitty enough, especially now that I have absolutely nothing.” she spoke, her words soft from both mental and physical exhaustion, yet sharp in tone. She’d had enough. “You’ve made your point. And for the record, I loved you too. Still do, never stopped.” she admitted blindly.}

August 17 ( 18 ) via source

# howlinglaurahale # because i read somewhere that derek and laura were off at school

G U I D E L I N E S .
________________________________________

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.

no drama. like really, i’m here to enjoy myself and write with you, not act like a bunch of high school drama queens. if you have a problem with me, come to me in private so we can talk it out and get over it.

if you honestly expect me to let you and/or your muse rule my life, don't bother. i'm a busy person, and have other interests outside of tumblr. shocking right? i also have friends, and i'm all about making more. i'm not gonna push people to the side or ignore their existence just because you get jealous, that's unfair to them and me. i rule my life, not you. the amount of people i have in my life doesn't make you any less important. keep that in mind and it's smooth sailing.

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 ]