#❧|| ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴇʀ ;; crossover

[condomglitter]

@matteredloyalty ​  liked for a starter ;;

It was beautiful, here. 

From the verdant landscape to the depths of the night sky, everything was just so much... more. More stars, more trees, more intense, more alive than Natalie had ever seen or felt before. She hated to admit that anyone she disliked was right, but there was truth to what Boone said in the middle of his mind numbing monologues. The world had been prettier, back when he’d been young. 

Of course, no amount of beauty made up for being stuck here. 

And nothing - NOTHING - would make up for the foul role Boone had played in putting her here. 

The old, immortal cowboy was a vile, hateful man. His anger was a vicious, tangible thing. It seemed to strangle her every time they met, throttling her with uncertainty that made her feel like the world had tilted under her feet. It felt unfair that it be directed towards her -- she hadn’t even been born when Zak had crossed him -- but she understood where it was coming from. Zak had wronged him. Even he admitted that. And, in the end, she WAS the crack in Zak’s armour. The flaw in his defenses. Unlike he and Boone, she wasn’t immortal. She wasn’t a beast. BUT ;; she was Zak’s apprentice. His protégé. His family.

His weakness. 

Taking her from him made sense. She probably would have done it too, in Boone’s position. It read as a sort of poetic justice, in a way. Zak had, however unintentionally, taken his family from him. Boone had just...returned the favour. 

Perhaps she should have been grateful that all he’d done was send her through some half cocked portal into the fucking past, instead of killing her, but she was decidedly not in a position to feel grateful about anything related to Jack motherfucking dramatic bullshit “Calamity” Boone. 

She was dirty. She was wet. She’d been chased by some puritan, god-fearing assholes for half the night for being a witch and a whore and she quite frankly wasn’t sure which one was worse, to them. She hadn’t eaten in a dog’s age, and her freckled skin was burnt, chapped, and peeling from the harshness of the sun overhead. She had no idea where she really was, or when it even was, just that from the shanty shithole she’d first fallen into, it was not the modern world she’d left. She was... fuck, she was tired. 

Lying down and giving up wasn’t quite her style, though. So... she needed to survive. Which meant she needed to blend in. 

Which meant theft!

Which had brought her - dirty, wet, burnt, tired, sore and pissy - to the edge of a ridge above what appeared to be a camp, of some sort. She didn’t know what they had in there, but surely one of them had some clothing she could steal... right? The modern rags she was still wearing made her stick out like a sore thumb, and if she was going to get herself settled into one of those shithole shanty towns, she was going to have to dress like one of them. 

She was just pushing herself up from where she’d settled to hide and spy when she heard something shift, behind her. A rustle of leaves, the crack of a branch; silence, perhaps, in the noise of the forest that had grown to become her company. All the hair on the back of her head stood up on end in terror as she rolled and whirled around, pointing two dangerous fingers at whoever had come up behind her. She didn’t have much mana left, just now - but she definitely had enough to blast some hillbilly fuck far enough away that he’d think twice about coming back. 

“Who’s there? Don’t you dare touch me.” 

#❧|| ᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴇʟʟs ;; ic #matteredloyalty #❧|| ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴇʀ ;; crossover #this is a whole lot of words to sum up got sent to the past lol magic but plz forgive me it's been a bit & I'm getting back into it #I wasn't sure what to do?? so if this doesn't work just dm me & we can come up with s th else!