* MINI-HIATUS

so this was probably obvious. my muse for lee and clementine is a little low.

fuzzy was the key feeling that lee could actually pinpoint, mixed memories swirling around his head as he tried to place exactly where he was. he had issue figuring out what was memory and what was clementine willing him into existence in her dream, he knew he wasn’t real - but clementine was what kept him alive. his head glances down to her then back to the blur of the trees that the train speeds past. he takes a few steps forward and sits down next to her, legs dangling in a fashion that is akin to her. he had her memories, snapshot images of everything that happened to her - kenny’s death, protecting aj, arriving at ericson - he had seen them all through her, despite not being alive for said events. he listens to her words and lets out a sigh at her woes, his arm putting itself around her shoulder for comfort.  ❝ clem, you don’t need to be sorry ❞ he feels his own voice break at the weight of sadness leaning over them both.  ❝ you didn’t do nothing wrong, i just wanted to protect you ❞

lee feels his furrows brow at the metaphorical and verbal bashing of heads between the two of them, trying to interfere with glenn’s plans was something lee was not intending to do - he just wanted to be sure he was going to get back to clementine alive. the fighting words emerging from glenn make his features change into a more uncertain expression, glancing between glenn and the door, he could easily just opt out but lee wasn’t the type.  ❝ i’m ready - but you’re leading the way❞

lee glances up at glenn with his eyes still sorrowful but yet his heart feeling somewhat relieved that glenn isn’t reacting negatively like so many others did, maybe it was because of the early days back in macon - man, lee remembered those days like they where yestereday.   ❝ last saw her ‘bout two years ago, i helped her escape a jeweller and she left ❞ lee’s eyes become a little brighter when the others words reach him, the relief still ever present as this was the first person who’d openly offered to help him in his search.  ❝ i’d sure appreciate the help - if you were up for it ❞

lee’s hand was raised upwards, his good hand trying to reassure the young boy that stood ahead of him while his un-inviting stump stayed at his side. it was amazing - to be honest - how well lee had learned to adapt without an arm. upon seeing the boy take a step backwards lee stops, noticing that the others hand is resting on a gun. he keeps his arm raised in a show that he is not reaching for his weapons, that he isn’t a risk.  ❝ my name is lee ❞ he says with a soft smile on his face then nods his head to the youngster  ❝ what’s yours? ❞ // @youngshct cont from here.

❝ i can’t imagine what that was like ❞ lee lets out in a sorrowful sigh, he’d heard what had happened to the school when the world first went to shit and it made him burn with anger. maybe it was his former instincts as a teacher kicking back in or because of the father he had become to clementine over the years but lee personally believed that the young in this world were the most important. and to be abandoned like that? lee couldn’t fathom what kind of selfish monsters would do such a thing. his brow furrows slightly, exhaling a breath to keep his cool. ❝ i never said any of you were stupid, i just don’t want you to do stupid things ❞ he pauses to glance around the school yard and admire the steps they’d taken against the raiders.  ❝ i think you should be proud you’ve been able to hold this place up for so long, that is amazing - but you can’t let grief undo all that. ❞

❝ WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? ❞ lee pulls the stranger in by the scruff of his shirt, slamming the gas station door behind him and pulling the other down into one of the dinner booths. once the two of them were beneath the table he raised his hand to his lips as to gesture silence; the groans and hiss of walkers could be heard from the other side of the windows, undead hands hitting against the windows. lee knew - well, more hoped - that they would pass in a few minutes so he could interrogate this stranger. lee had been camping out in the gas station for a few days, at least until the snow cleared up enough to let him continue his journey. he glances to the new stranger he has just pulled in from the outside with a somewhat pissed off expression; how could someone just be walking around out there when there were so many walkers? // @antiherod

THERE WERE MANY different types of teenagers at ericson’s boarding school from troubled youth; and they were all so different and unique, which was honestly what was so endearing about the place. every person that clementine had spoken to had a completely different view on the world and each a different affect on clementine herself. she now stands a few feet behind one of the students she hasn’t spoken to yet, the boy with the blue hair. she sits down on the steps next to him in an awkward silence; glancing away at the same time. being on the road for so long had really had its effect on her social skills, so she started with a simple greeting.  ❝ . . i’m clementine ❞ // @402apt