try + amy santiago from b99
“ i just spent the last 24 hours completely re-organising my place! marie kondo who? not that i’d diminish another woman’s amazing accomplishments like that... ” the doubt is gone in a blink of the eyes, and now there’s a smile of such pride upon her face, as she slammed the binder she held against her chest onto the desk. in typical amy santiago fashion, each room was colour coded and organised alphabetically, each item she possessed written down in the most satisfying manner — at least in her eyes. “ this way, i can keep up with what i own, and it makes great evidence if anyone ever breaks in! ”
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SHE TURNS TO THE OTHER GIRL, chin resting on her hand as she purses her lips together for just a moment. Truth be told, she didn’t know her as well as the others and it seemed like an apt moment to change that little fact. “I just have to ask, and do not take this as something bad…” She began, brows raising a little as she sat up a little straighter. “…how often do you dye your hair? I don’t think I’ve ever seen your natural colour.”
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“ don’t expect to see it anytime soon. ” the goth snaps back, but in a far less aggressive manner than she would use with her fellow rats. she’s busy painting her nails, having finally found the bottle of polish in lex’s room after the lockdown. briefly, crystalline eyes gaze up to show the other she was willing to share her oh-so secret knowledge. “ it’s frequent enough that i have to keep a few boxes of colour stocked up. ”
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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?
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it feels so numbing. the earth seems all too quiet, but so deafeningly loud that it hurts her. she can barely stand, as her eyes flood with tears as she recognises his stiff form. legs collapse with the weight of grief that body slammed her the moment her eyes identified those frosted tips. oh mistress of death — why does it hurt you so? to see one you loved so much closer to you now? the scream echoes the alleyway, and she can barely register that it slipped from her own mouth, barely able to recognise how hard billy tried to pull her away and save her from seeing their punk boyfriend’s body lying motionless on the cold concrete floor.
he’s alone. been abandoned by those trying to save their own necks, no doubt, which only makes her pain latch onto her heart harder. her body shakes with a ferocity she had not known for a long time, wrenching herself from her skater boyfriend’s arms. it seems so morbid, but in a moment of needing him more than he would ever know, petra laid beside lex’s body, dragging his limp arm to hang around her shoulders. resting her head on his empty chest, she could feel the warmth of blood from his stab wound as it spread across her cheek — ironic, as the icy cold realisation settled across her body and mind.
lex miller was gone. she would never again hear his sarcasm, or see that grin she so desperately mourned. never again would she see that sparkle in his eyes, or the softest of touches from a boy so apparently brash. never again would she hear the words i love you ring out in that ridiculous accent. — it all felt so unreal. a nightmare like the ones he helped her through, holding her so tightly and promising he would never leave her. he meant it, and yet this still felt like a betrayal to her.
the choked sobs rattle against his lifeless body, as painted nails claw into it with an aching for just a brief sign of hope. she would give her own life if it meant he would breathe once more. silence envelops her once again, as her lungs burn from crying out so intensely. it was so unlike her to cry publicly, but her boys had seen her breakdowns so often, it felt safe to do so. there was no anger inside her. all she knew in this moment was painful heartache, not all too dissimilar to the overwhelming fear she had felt on her eleventh birthday. it shouldn’t surprise her the way it does, as the chill of the grim reaper sends shivers up her spine, turning it into a cobweb of frozen nerve endings.
one last kiss. it’s lingering, and full of all the things she wished she had told him sooner ; how her heart skips a beat every time he called her love. how she exploded with pride almost as brightly as his pyrotechnics during training. how grateful she was to have him since the beginning, to help her through everything no matter what. it all feels so useless, and somewhat bitter, as the memories flood her mind. drowning the siren of death, how ironic.
billy’s voice rings out like a tolling bell at a funeral, as dirt stained fingers brush away the hair from her face. he sounds terrified, voice dripping with caution that made her heart clench. maybe this was real. he’s so gentle, pressing a soft kiss to her temple in an attempt to soothe, which only forces out more of the sobs she thought she was done with. he always was able to get to her inner emotions so easily.
she can feel his hand brush over her hip, repeating circles of movement, encouraging her and comforting her simultaneously. but then why does she feel movement around her shoulder? why can she feel herself weakly rising and falling as if she were resting upon the chest of someone sleeping? how can she hear his voice, yearning for her attention like a dying man craves the bittersweet embrace of death?
“ pet, love... i’m right here. i told you — i’ll never leave you. ”
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rewrite canon REWRITE CANONNNNN we predicted this from the start
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i’ll scream this from the rooftops but petra can read lex & billy like books!!! she knows them both so well, she only has to give either of them a look before they cave in to whatever she’s suggesting — because she’s proven time and time again that she’ll watch out for them!!! i am full of feelings
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