Dust on the Ground || Kate & Laura

howlinglaurahale:

^{Laura’s eyes darted over Kate’s face, watching the color drain from it slightly from the loss of blood, and she actually felt concern for her. If the bite killed her, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself. As much as she had claimed otherwise, she hadn’t wanted to killer, she knew that she didn’t have it in her to do it. She watched as the woman seemed to work to even speak, and she knew that she’d broken something in her, had torn something up when she bit her. Kate didn’t even react to the heavy fist against the tree, even though it had probably rattled her body. Still, she somehow had the energy in her to scoff, and Laura clenched her jaw slightly. She blinked at the huntress, not wanting to hear what she was being told. It made it that much harder to hate her, and she couldn’t help the small sigh when she saw the tears that Kate actually let her see. “We could have protected you,” she insisted, exasperated with the woman in front of her and the woman that had set her house on fire all the same - the scared one that had apparently taken lives because of her idiot father. It pissed Laura off more, made her want to track him down and kill him too (though she’d felt like that for much longer, she’d never liked Gerard, none of the Hales had). “He couldn’t have hurt you if you’d just come to us first. Do you think it makes it better that we weren’t there? We have to fucking live with it - we were responsible just as much as you were. We have to walk around with that every single day.” She pointed her sharp claw at the woman, hand trembling slightly. “Don’t call me that. You stop it with your pet names, Kate.” Laura’s voice shook, and she let go of Kate’s shoulders, as though she’d been burned. “Shut up. You’re not allowed to tell me that, Kate. You can’t - you can’t fucking leave it alone, can you? You can’t just…” She trailed off, clenching her fists again before running a hand through her hair so she could gather her wits. “You can’t tell me that, Kate. You’re not supposed to say that.” Her voice was soft, broken. She’d wanted to hear it for years, and the sick part of her that had pined over Kate for years was writhing somewhere inside, happy and angry and sad and confused. Laura turned and punched a tree, growling at the slight sting and pressing her forehead to the dark. Kate had been her best friend, she’d cared for her, and that was all it meant. It was years ago, it was gone, and if the woman still cared for her it wasn’t what she hoped. It was probably just another tactic, a way to fuck with her head, and Laura had to convince herself of that. She pulled away from the tree and reared on the huntress, her eyes tired and gaze hollow.}

^{As the wolf in front of her spoke more about the fire, Kate just listened. She wasn’t going to argue anymore, she was done with it. Arguing back and forth was getting them nowhere but more upset. “I thought about it, but I was afraid it would backfire in the long run. No matter what I would have done, the outcome would have been shitty. Accept it Laura, I’m not what you’ve thought I am for years. Hate me if you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore. At least you know the truth.” was her last words on the subject. It only took moments before the wolf started pitching a fit about what she said, and the huntress rolled her eyes. She knew Laura was struggling, she herself had been doing the same for six years. Trying to make herself hate Laura and Derek, for the sake of her own sanity. But she just couldn’t do it, and it was obvious that she wasn’t the only one that had been that way. She really did love her, she had been her best friend. And deep down, there had probably been more there. Years ago she sort of figured out how Laura felt by the way she reacted to her with Derek. And even though she loved and cared deeply for Derek, she still felt that slight guilt for a moment every time she had chosen to be with Derek instead of Laura. “I’m allowed to tell you whatever I want, sweetheart. Free country. Besides, it’s true. Listen to my heart, I don’t care. You deserve to know the truth. I am your… beta, now.” she spoke, although when she spoke out loud what she was, a lump formed in her throat and she had to struggle to rasp it out. She was a beta, and Laura Hale was her alpha.}

^{Kate remained against the tree for a few moments before making a face and sucking in a breath as she got a weird feeling in her bite wound. Opening her eyes and glancing down, she felt both relieved and sick at what was happening. She was healing, which meant the bite took. She was turning. Once her flesh had completely healed up, she let out a soft chuckle that was full of twenty thousand emotions. Relief, fear, pain, confusion, regret… mixed with many more. Half of her had been hoping it would kill her, but the other half of her was happy that it took. There was two ways for her to look at this: the end of everything that she had, or a chance at a new beginning. Right now she wasn’t sure which way to look at it.}

^{Rising from the tree to stand straight, she ran a hand through her hair before crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes flashed an icy blue for a moment, the final indication that she was, without question, Laura’s beta. “Well now that that’s all over, thank god, what now?” she questioned, her normal strong tone back now that she had her strength back. She had pushed her emotion back again for now, at least until they could sit down somewhere and have a civil conversation that wasn’t in the middle of the woods at night.}

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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 ]