a thoughtful blast from the past {mauve x atticus}

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Mauve had been waiting in the rooms, lounging in an armchair with her legs kicked over the arm. She had Atticus's gift tucked away into a bag on the floor beside her, as the pervious games played on the screen. The night was getting late, and Mauve impatiently looked towards the elevator doors, wondering if Atticus had somehow snuck in without her noticing.

Sighing she shuts off the television, flicking her legs over the arm. She picks up his gift, peeking in she see's the her creation. The piece was almost perfect, the inseam almost invisible. Smiling she pulls it out, examining it carefully. It was a rat that she had used her taxidermy skills on. Dressed like the tribute that Atticus Manor had brutally murdered that had learnt his ticket home. She had used her own blood to decorate the area around where the axe protruded from his chest. Small droplets litter a face with a jaw wrenched open in a scream, small eyes staring at her defiantly.

It was unnerving, she had even managed to put together some form of Pink Crocs for shoes, the camo tank top ripped and spotted with blood. She carefully smooths over its head, in a way that a mother might caress their child, gentle and lovingly.

Finally the bell of the elevator dings and Mauve carefully places the rat into the bag, pushing herself to her feet to greet her darling mentor. "Atticus!" She grins at him, a smile that held all their secrets. Her eyes shining with the memory of the train. She holds the bag out to him, "I made you a gift."