ENOLA GAY / cigarette campfire

[deimos]

By the time Crow showed up, her chest was heaving and her eyes were starting to water. She coughed, violently this time, before pressing a paw back to her mouth. She lowered it again, ignoring how shaky it was, ears flat against her head. There wasn't any that wasn't burning. The devil of a ghost- what a bad phrase, but she couldn't stop to consider it right now- was good at burning things, it seemed. The smoke that was ghosting her throat wasn't heavy enough to help, either- just fumes thin in enough to irritate her asthma.

When Crow showed up, wild green eyes flicked to him, chewing on her lips by that point. She shivered, nodding gently. The normal, bitch faced and hard headed attitude wasn't here, it was simply only fear and anxiety. Her eyes traced the figure of the flames again, her shoulders heaving. The words Arrow spoke barely reached her, and outlined against the flames the doecat turned her head, her sharp antlers barely alluding to her flattened ears. She hesitantly raised a paw to step towards Arrow, slowly dragging herself closer.

Her breath was starting to wheeze as she made the slow limp there, holding her side again. However, when Beck finally started to stir, Sam's gaze flicked towards him. His eyes were gazing at her, and anger sparked in her vision again, a growl rising from her throat- which made her wince.

She had no respect left for him.

"Do me one last favor, Beck, and don't come near me or my shit ever fucking again." She uttered, eyes narrowed, before turning back towards Arrow and continuing her slow walk. Beck hadn't done her any good by ripping her vice away from her. It was the same as what Dean did to her, burying into her intentions and making her try to change her own life- not that he knew, or that it was his fault. By the time she had reached Arrow, her eyes were stinging. Tears, or just watering from the smoke in her eyes?

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