#v: tbn (dbd!kalma)

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god made me pretty, you made me mean I brought a blade to the dance routine

 endless muse edits | dead by daylight kalma + cheerleading

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@ballsinmyhand said: ❛ god , that’s super weird - what’s going on ? ❜ // for kalma :)

"I don't....know."

Kalma's voice is slow. Suspicious. Her brain's a skipping record, trying and failing to make sense of what's happening over and over again. They hadn't been walking long enough to be so far into the woods. To be this turned around.

It feels like it's been dusk for hours.

Had they started in the woods at all? When they woke--when they--

There's smoke lingering in the air. Campfire smoke, she's pretty sure. Enough to hope they're not alone. But every time she tries to find some a sign of where to go, it's like the forest shifts as she's watching. It just. Twists.

"You see it too? Right?"

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@evermxre​ said: territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.  // heat+rut starters // selectively accepting

Once upon a time, Adam’s growl would have made her freeze. It’s inhuman. The kind of noise you hear late at night deep in the woods and pray you’re hearing things. Too scared to unzip the tent and make sure you’re alone.

Now it soothes something in her. Makes a matching purr want build in the base of her throat. Kalma holds it back, for now. Looking up at him from under her lashes, green eyes flashing, she toys with him in all the ways he’d had to swear to her she’d be capable of. Once upon a time...

“Don’t be like that. He was only trying to protect me.” Her gaze drops, hiding her amusement as she delivers the killing blow with a brush of her hand against her still-taut abdomen. “Protect us.”

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@moldcursed​ said: she looks ... tired. ethan understands. trials are always rough on kalma, especially when certain killers are involved ; he hates that he wasn't there this time. gloved hand extends, an invitation for her to come sit down next to him. she looks like she could use a bit of a distraction.

Every muscle aches. Kalma’s more than tired--she’s exhausted, and she knows there’s no one else who can begin to understand. Except him.

There’s smoke in the air. It’s comforting. Doesn’t remind her of home anymore, but at least--well. For a few minutes, they’re safe. Kalma lets her lips part on a shaky breath, a silent sigh as she sits down next to Ethan, folding her knees under her.

“I think I may be going crazy.”

The crackle of a fire. The warmth of his body next to hers, the space between them carefully maintained. She slumps into it. So much for that pageant-perfect posture. It takes a moment before she manages to turn her head to meet his eyes. To smile, and try to turn a broken-glass truth into a black joke.