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vexed breath is blown out through frustrated lips , the kind that usually signals she's about to snap , sharp tongue ready to lash out . but this time , she holds back , feeling the weight of sidney’s stare . he's right to be pissed , and she knows it . her so - called friends having been awful for years , spreading lie after lie , and twisting stories for their own sick pleasure . noa might never have been an active participant but she didn't ever do anything to stop them either . the guilt ever gnawing at her conscious , but she'd gotten so good at ignoring it . until she couldn't anymore . weight is shifted from one foot to the other , arms crossing over her chest as if to shield herself from the disdain in the others' eyes . gaze like a knife , cutting through her . ‘ look , ’ she starts , voice low but steady . ‘ i’m not here to give you some bullshit apology or convince you i'm mother teresa ok . . . . and i'm definitely not trying to save my ass . ’ wholly gets why he would think that though . words are blunt , but there’s a softness to them , a vulnerability just under the surface . ‘ but . ’ voice firmer now . ‘ you really think i would be standing here talking to you if i thought you were a fucking serial killer ? really ?? ’ brow arches at him quizzically , the skepticism on her face unmistakable , touch of defiance in the way she squares her shoulders . ‘ the shit they're saying about you is really fucked up and you don't deserve this , you never have ⸻ and i'm done staying quiet about it . that's all . ’ sincerity clinging to each word that leave her lips .
… roll of his eyes was instinctive as soon as they began to walk alongside him, had lived in the same small town their entire lives and yet, this must be the first time they had actually tried to have a conversation with him. and so, attempts at small talk were shrugged off, lighting a cigarette just to pacify the initial displeasure of being around them. a slow drag crackled down the tobacco, immediately at ease as soon as the smoke filled his lungs ; then billowing as he exhaled with a sigh, purposely blown towards their direction. but at least sid was finally looking at them. ❝ ... just what are you trying to do here ? befriending the weird loner dude because everyone says he's the killer and you're trying to save your ass ? kinda fucked up if you ask me ... ❞ sid knew what people thought of him : white trash and always caught up in some trouble, but killer he was not. still, sid found some slight amusement from the situation despite how affronted he might have sounded ; funny what people did when faced with the possibility of death. ❝ and last time i checked, it was your friends who started that rumor in the first place. what's next, some speech about peer pressure and how you're not really like them ? ❞ a small chuckle slipped out, then a pitying frown feigned on his lips.
open to : anyone. muse : sidney slaughter. twenty5. smalltown pariah and son of two notorious criminals, making him a prime suspect to an ongoing serial killing.