you can be every little thing you want nobody to know/ and you can try to drown out the street below/ and you can call it love/ if you want
A WIN FOR TRACKERBEES SHIPPERS
on religion
Blood flecks off of Kristen’s bracelets, the charms that she and the other Bad Kids had picked out one day, stringing beads and thread together to create friendship bracelets.
There’s blood on her bracelets, blood staining the colors and drying on her skin. She shakes her wrists aimlessly, trying to get the blood off but it’s dried, it’s there, it’s not her blood it’s Buddy’s.
Her friends are asleep on the train. Fig and Gorgug are fast asleep, leaning on each other in the seats across from her. Fabian is stretched across a row of seats, snoring softly.
Adaine sits next to her, her eyes unfocused. Kristen can’t tell if she’s trancing or not, but she doesn’t want to disturb Adaine if she is.
Fig had texted Sandra Lynn that they won the Last Stand and that they were coming home. She didn’t say anything other than that, the six of them figured they should tell Jawbone and Sandra Lynn in person.
Cool hands slip into hers and Kristen jolts, looking over to meet Adaine’s eyes.
“I could feel you thinking.” Adaine whispers. Her eyes flick down to Kristen’s bracelets and she casts Prestidigitation, the blood disappearing as quickly as it appeared.
Her bracelets look good as new, as she jangles them once to make sure they’re back to normal, it feels like shackles removed and she drops onto Adaine’s shoulder, like strings cut all the energy keeping her up since six yesterday morning gone.
Adaine shifts, moving her arm to wrap around Kristen, stroking up and down her arm, casting Prestidigitation, removing more of the blood as she starts to sing softly, an old Elven lullaby that Kristen remembered hearing Aelwyn singing on the trip back from the Nightmare Forest, all of them exhausted and dirty, piled on top of each other in Tracker’s Moon Haven. She wondered how Tracker was, after they all left Falinell. Kristen hasn’t texted, but she wants to. She doesn’t want to bother Tracker, though, and if another cleric dies because of her-
Kristen isn’t alone, but sometimes she feels alone, even with Adaine’s arm around her shoulder and her face in the crook of Adaine’s neck.
Cassandra? I don’t know if you can hear me, but I wanted to let you know that we’re okay, and we’re trying to help you. We’re going to help you, and your wife, and everything will be okay, because it has to be.
Kristen’s eyes close as Adaine continues to sing, the occasional movement of the train sending her in and out of sleep until Riz wakes them all up an hour later as they reach their stop, pulling out files from his briefcase and spreading them out on the deserted train station. Kristen’s paying attention, but just barely, the cold of her energy drink seeping into her fingers and spreading deeper. She yawns and rests her head on Gorgug’s shoulder, content to sit back and let Adaine and Riz talk it out.
Adaine’s lullaby plays in her head and she struggles to keep her eyes open, the sky turning from a dark blue to purple as the sun rises.
they deserve to dress up in pretty outfits and go out and get ice cream
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ty to everyone who voted, figayda post coming soon!!
guys im stuck again i have to much art and idk what to post
what do u want to see
jet ruby and liam
kristen adaine and fig
human theo/lapin
figayda
trackerbees
uhhh smth else not d20 (im so sorry hyperfixation go brrrrr) (speak in the tags)
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the bad kids junior prom!!!
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if theres one thing i love is drawing my little blorbos in fancy outfits even though i know Nothing about fashion (closeups and taglist under the cut) (also yes they do have matching bracelets)
this whole ep was insane but kristens little ‘i love her’ as shes being hugged by her exs uncle, who in all but name is her father, after going through the weirdest phone call and the worst night
yeah yeah canonically they all got seperate rooms at the gold gardens but to me they pushed two beds together and all slept in a huddle