#not specialist here tho but specialest in my heart 😌

[lalizah]

Ok so here's a WIP snippet nobody asked for 🥰

Context tho is me mushing together an N/M LT! but it's set when Nate becomes a vampire! Liz and Mason are independent from the agency and go around finding supernaturals before they do because they both distrust the agency here haha

Please feel free to drop constructive criticism or let me know if the English is not englishing haha

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Recognition and realization dawn on Liz as she looks closely at the man in a torn, tattered Navy uniform, the royal proud blue of it as gray as himself, stripped of all its glory and strength by whatever the hell happened on that ship. His eyes are bloodshot and brimming with tears (lovely brown eyes that had the sweetest of expressions, she remembers mournfully), darting between her and her companion anxiously, resembling a wild animal that may simply attack out of its desperation to escape. The rifle in his hand shakes violently as he shivers uncontrollably from the cold he is extremely sensitive to now, gun swiveling between Mason and her before finally aiming at her.

"I will warn you for the very last time. Do not-," he chokes before continuing, "Do not come close. Or I will open fire!"

She knows that this man, traumatized and transformed as he is, won't shoot. Even now, his finger does not rest on the trigger and those eyes, unfamiliar with expressing any violence, seem to hope for the best, a peaceful solution to put him out of his agony.

Liz brushes off the pang of pain she feels at his torn, lost and petrified expression, a brave man reduced to a shaking leaf unfamiliar with his new body, new senses and the horrid reality of all that has been stripped from him, and instead whips out a hand to placate Mason, who is ready to pounce.

The sight of her vampire partner, fangs bared and eyes focused with the precision of a predator is doing nothing to placate the man who has lost too much at the hands of his kind, and so Liz lowers her gun, slowly lowering to the ground, knees on wet sand and hands raised above head to show him she wishes him no harm. Mason snarls at her decision and looks at her condescendingly, and if not for their dire situation, she'd shoot him a violent glare back.

"Fool," he snipes, shaking his head. "Ass," she thinks. For a man she's paying to do exactly as he's told, he's doing a shit job.