
SHE ONLY PRAYS when seth is asleep. kate no longer kneels by her bedside. instead she closes the motel room door when her companion gives himself to the needle, stakes & a gun in her bag as she wanders the streets of whatever mexican city they’re in that week. & there are always churches. always. kate was raised baptist, not catholic, but there’s still something comforting about the lines of pews. it feels safe in here - a feeling she knows not to trust by now but still sinks into the same way she sinks to her knees in the now-silent church. the priest was excited to see a girl kate’s age with a cross still around her neck, & she afforded him a small smile before he took his leave to let her pray. there’s a sudden FEELING that raises the hair on the back of the girl’s neck - hand slips into her BAG, fingers brushing the weaponry as she turns. ( just in case. ) she doesn’t jump into anything, though, instead just assesses the other with wariness evident on otherwise gentle features. ‘ you scared me. i didn’t think anyone else was here. ’ it’s said almost like an accusation. assuming the worst - assuming he’s a culebra who’s continued his sacrilege by stepping into holy ground. / @ofheavensfire