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She is not in my heart, she is my heart.

PROTECT, SAFEGUARD, SHIELD [x x]

If you need me, I'm in the forest!

Bones and All (2022) dir. Luca Guadagnino

Chapter Masterlist + summary chapter

(I recommand to just read the summary up to chap 42 and then go on. First chapter are quite old now and do not represent my artsyle and skill anymore aha)

Chapitre 1 Chapitre 2 Chapitre 3 Chapitre 4

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She's tired but she's also scared. Behind her, the bathtub faucet drips into the basin she just stepped out of. The sound seems to echo in the humid room. For a long moment she disassociates, walls blurring and audio distorting save for that repetitive drip...drip...drip...

The towel she's wrapped around herself has a slight odor of mildew. It makes her nose crinkle in distaste but the fabric itself is dry and that's all that matters.

She blinks herself back to the present, back to her current surroundings. She may be alone right now but that doesn't mean she can let her guard down. That was made obvious when one of the men - the lanky one she'd flirted with - came pounding on the door as she'd been undressing to shower.

He hadn't actually opened the door, of course. She'd locked it upon entry though no doubt he could have forced his way inside had he truly wanted to. And that's the thing. No matter where she was, there was a risk of someone barging in. Of someone forcing themselves on her.

She'd managed to escape that fate countless times now. Too many times. Blood on her knuckles, clothes in disarray, eyes wide with unfettered terror. She'd fought like a wild thing, like a creature possessed. She'd left her mark on the ones that survived. The ones who hadn't? They'd earned their graves.

With effort, she manages to project an air of calm and arms herself with an aura of self-assurance as she at last exits the bathroom. The little laundry space is empty of life but the lanky bounty hunter shoots to his feet from the couch when she reaches the short staircase leading to the living room proper.

"About damn time! Other people need to get clean too ya know!" He snarls with all the petulance of a teenager as he pushes past her.

Faye gives a disdainful sniff at his attitude. "I left hot water." She snaps, though he'll be lucky if there's more than a few drops.

She can hear the other man puttering about in the kitchen space that lays down the hallway from the main living area and she decides to make the most of their preoccupation.

There is a narrow room with a shelf of plants. A workshop opens off the flight deck. There is a deep hangar where all three of their zipcraft are currently housed. Several rooms that seem stuffed with debris that she ignores for now, leaving the lights off rather than investigating for any objects of value. A room that is locked, presumably a bedroom. A room that is unlocked, with a messy bed and empty cartons of cigarettes littering the floor. It could be either of theirs but the stale odor that hovers in the air seems reminiscent of the lanky one.

She discovers an access point into an overhead storage area. It's more barren than any of the others she's found yet and it is extremely awkward to reach given that the only entrance is a hatch in the floor of the storage space itself. This will do.

With a quickness borne of necessity, she manages to shove the thin mattress from the unlocked bedroom up into the space she has found. There's a flattish space where she can rest the mattress but for now she arranges it over the hatch after she pulls it shut.

No one can shove their way into the alcove she has claimed, not with the mattress covering the only entry point. She sprawls out on top of the mattress with a ratty blanket for cover and heaves a sigh of satisfaction and exhaustion.

She's clean. A wonderful feeling.

She's alone. At peace with this solitude.

Above all, she is safe. It may not last longer than this one night, but it's not like she's ever guaranteed a reprieve for more than a few hours. She'll make the most of this for as long as she can. Drain them dry, maybe rob the place blind. But first... Sleep.

Get out of my house you soggy bastard

NEVER

IM TAKING OVER GONNA LEAVE SLIME EVERYWHERE