@tastelcsshaze

and after i spent what felt like an eternity drowning, you taught me how to breathe.

                         indie beth greene && madison montgomery of t-w-d and a-h-s.

Brown hues DARKENED as she cast her gaze downward, her slender digits FIDGETING with a loose thread of her sweater sleeve as she attempted to word what she wanted to say as TACTFULLY as she could. “What makes OUR lives any more important that there’s? I mean — who made US god?”

A small SHRUG is given, gaze downcast for a moment before looking up at the girl again. While Tara had a point, SURVIVAL had to be the top priority. After all, if they’re not fighting for their lives, what ARE they fighting for?

Progress. That’s all she could possibly ask for. Finally after what felt like years at chipping away at this kids, Beth was showing some great signs. Margot had to hide her excitement. Too much smiling might set her off. “Great okay, well to start we got the two main clefs. Treble and bass. Treble will usually be played with your right while bass is played with the left.”

   ❝  it  ever  cross  your  mind  that  i’m  mad  at  him  too?  ❞   bitter  rhetoric  is  expelled  from  betwixt  his  lips  with  more  impudence  than  he’d  ever  truly  wish  to  infer  .  his  tone  was  practically  laden  with  a  heavy  spite  (  unmistakably  directed  at  their  monarch  ,  as  opposed  to  beth  )  that  tasted  persistently  sour  upon  his  tongue  ,  &  he  imagined  his  mother  would  passionately  scold  his  bad  manners  had  she  witnessed  such  a  thing  .  he’d  certainly  been  raised  better  than  that  ,  he’d  like  to  think  .

 he  returns  to  a  more  rational  perspective  ,  a  breathy  &  undeniably  one  -  word  apology  follows  suite  .  spencer  can  seldom  deny  the  sheepish  ,  friendly  smirk  that  pushed  forth  his  mild  embarrassment  :  leftward  corner  pulled  higher  than  it’s  counterpart  .  ❝   sorry,   ❞  it  bares  repeating  .   ❝   it’s  been  tough  lately  .  everything  .  i’m  spencer  .   —   deanna  was  my  mom  .  ❞

  ❝   that's  fair  .  ❞  beth  may  side  with  rick  without  question  most  of  the  time  ,  but  she  isn't  so  thoughtless  that  she  thinks  that  he  can  do  no  wrong  &  everyone  should  love  him  .  everyone  has  their  faults  ,  rick  was  no  exception  &  neither  was  beth  or  spencer  or  anyone  else  on  earth  .  faults  are  a  part  of  life  ,  part  of  what  makes  each  person  who  they  are  ,  no  matter  who  that  may  be  .  perhaps  hostility  was  not  the  way  to  make  friends  in  a  small  &  tight  knit  community  ,  but  the  boy  before  her  didn’t  seem  to  be  all  that  bothered  with  her  .

Hopefully there would be some things they could scavenge in the house before they moved on - It was off the main roads so there was a chance that it hadn’t been completely picked over but it was hard to tell. She was too tired to care at the moment and all she could think about was curling up in a warm bed and getting a few hours of sleep. “I’ll take whatever we can get …this seems like the best we’ve had it in weeks. Remember that barn that smelled like pig shit? I swear I smelled it for the next week till we got to bathe.” She couldn’t believe any bad odors even bothered her anymore after living for years in a world of rotting, walking flesh but there were still occasions. “I don’t care what kind of bed it is - even if it’s tiny both of our asses are cramming into it and getting some sleep tonight. You’re damn right we deserve it.” She looked around with Beth to familiarize herself with their surroundings. “Do you think there is anything we need to secure out here or should we just pile stuff in front of the bedroom door?” It was a quiet area but that didn’t mean anything.