[text;; COSTIA]: A babysitter?
[text;; COSTIA]: I am seventeen years old. I do not need a babysitter
[text;; COSTIA]: Hamsters are scary though.
harperiings wants to talk
Costia fed more wood into the fire of their camp as she sat on watch, desperate to keep the makeshift camp lit. She could hear Harper gently waking up behind her, and she thought back to the kisses between the two. She couldn’t deny they were nice, a change from the past few years of only being touched when a knife would follow. But she couldn’t help her hesitation.
She had to get to Polis before she did anything else. She had to know if the Ice Queen was lying or not when she told her she killed Lexa. She didn’t want to believe her, but 3 years alone made her doubt a lot of things. So Polis was the highest thing on her list, the most important thing. Before she could recorpirate, she had to know if Lexa was alive.
Harper stirred softly, eyes peeling open against the dawn of the early morning sun, the tiniest tinge of light streaming across the ground around her. Despite that, it was still dark out and danger lurked in the shadows of the night; they could never be too careful, especially in times like those.
“Costia?” the girl choked out, rolling over slightly to make out the figure of the redhead, vision blurred with sleep. “Are you okay?” The older girl was still feeding wood into the fire, letting the heat of the flames radiate across the expense of their small camp. The girl wasn’t even sure she’d seen Costia sleep for days– But still, she couldn’t shake the feeling of rejection that pooled like venom in her belly.
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