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cora/sarah | canon-ish? | 605 words

[impetere]

Hales tend to have a close personal relationship with death. It's been said before where a Hale goes, death follows and to some extent it's true. Peter is it's weapon, a raging force that leaves silence and blood in his wake. He's a creature of habit, a ruthless, unyielding force, and the cause rather than the conclusion. Derek drowns in death, having buried more corpses than one person should in one life, and death is a constant rival, a force that he races against the clock to try and stop, but most of the time he can't.

Cora, on the other hand, is different. For Cora, death is a quiet presence. A soft hand in hers. The scent of feathers and dust and lead, melded with the soft scratch of a pencil against a sketchpad. Death comes in the form of Sarah, drawn to Beacon Hills like a magnet, almost as though the angel in her can smell the blood that's soaked into the ground like a battlefield. So many have died in this small little town that it's no surprise that Sarah finds her way there after falling through a rift, lost, confused and an odd mix of broken and beautiful that Cora can't seem to look away from.

Unfortunately for Cora, she's not very good at putting want into words when things are calm and normal. She passes the days with Sarah in Derek's loft, watching the other girl sketch or talking about things that aren't really all that important. She becomes the first real friend she's had since Boyd, but in a lot of ways she's more than that, more than a friend, more than anyone she's ever met, but actually articulating that in a way that makes sense is hard. Words are always hard, but actions in this particular case could be worse.

The thing about Beacon Hills, however, is that there will always be blood. It doesn't matter if it's the nogitsune or the dead pool or the Dread Doctors, people are always going to die. As long as the nemeton is active and the hound protects it there will always be monsters lurking in the shadows. Scott's pack tries to stop it but people still die and as people die, Sarah starts fraying at the edges. Cora can see the bits of the girl she loves slipping away from between her fingers, fragmenting more and more with each person she helps die and Cora doesn't know how to bring her back. As much as Cora has fallen for death, she doesn't want to lose another friend to it. She wants Sarah to always be there, a constant presence, quiet and calm where Cora is rash and impulsive.

In the end, it's that rash and impulsive nature that saves her in the end. It's a moment where Sarah is more angel than girl, not responding to take the hand that wants to save her, and it's taking her longer to come out of it than normal. When all Sarah can tell her is that she's not dying today, she pleads for her to snap out of it, to come back, to be Sarah again, and when all else fails, she does the only thing she can think to do. She grabs her and kisses her, warm and slow, and hope that somehow that's enough.

It's not like a fairy tale, where the spell is broken and they all live happily ever after. They still live in Beacon Hills, and there will always be another dragon waiting at their door. But Cora's willing to settle simply for Sarah kissing her back.