#kya clark x y/n

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Meeting Kya

Request: Yes or No

Been busy irl! Sorry for no new sun and moon part. I most likely won't be posting tomorrow or on Wednesday as I'll be going on a trip but hopefully I can get the new part out after that.

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The sun felt warm against your skin, fingers dipped into the cool water of the marsh. The air felt fresh, the buzzing of insects sounded better than the chatter of the town, and the solitude of it all felt just right. No prying eyes or nosy ears. No gossiping neighbors or so-called friends who gave out backhanded compliments.

The soft sound of a motor pulled your attention away from the dark water and onto the boat approaching yours. The owner studied you for a moment, almost as if assessing if you were a threat or not.

"You must be Tate's friend." You called out, wiping your fingers against your pants. You knew who she was, or at least what the town had dubbed her. The Marsh Girl. Not a day went by without some old lady whispering about the dirty, wild girl living alone in the marshes. You'd heard plenty about her in your youth; teeth as sharp as a gators, eyes that glowed in the dark, and feral like a street cat.

And yet, she looked no different than the other girls in town.

"You know Tate?" She called back, allowing her boat to get closer to yours.

"He's my cousin."

"(Y/N)?" It felt odd to have the infamous Marsh Girl say your name.

"He's mentioned me, huh?" You chuckled and she smiled warmly.

"Yes," She nodded, shoulders lowering as she relaxed. "He said he always followed you around when you were kids. He mentioned he borrowed some books of yours to teach me things."

Right. 'Borrowed'. Tate totally hadn't taken your books without mentioning it to you only to return them a week or two later with a toothy grin and promises of making it up to you.

"You heard from him?" She asked, hands curling in her lap as her expression turned solemn.

"Not since he left." You shook your head. "But his dad mentioned he's doing well."

"Good." She breathed, though the frown remained on her face.

"Has Tate ever mentioned my writing?" You asked, hoping a change of topic would lift her spirits.

"Yes, he did. Said he wanted to introduce us so we could publish a book together with my drawings.. said you wanted to be an author."

"Well, how 'bout it? I've got time to spare, if you want to put those artistic skills to work."

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