she rules her life like a fine skylark

gripping onto a few wires c o n n e c t e d to an xbox 360 nearby, opal-fae FLINCHED slightly at rhiannon’s f i r s t call — having been f r o z e n for a second or two as for a moment ; she couldn’t THINK. light blue hues darted down to the wires and she p u l l e d them out… before just deciding to take the xbox 360, as well. standing upright, the lanky blonde s w u n g around and out of the room to FIND the girl she’d asked to be ‘ lookout ’ had e n t e r e d the apartment. she s k i d to a stop ; two left feet, that one, stopping on a RUG and nearly t r i p p i n g over herself. finding her footing, she e x p e l l e d a SHARP exhale, relieved, before replying. ❛ i’m fine… sorry. ❜ so air-headed, opal-fae forgot about her HELPER’S saftey, too. stupid, opal-fae. ❛ are you okay? you were down there for awhile… ❜

heights weren’t counted among the laundry list of rhiannon’s fears. the exhaustive list, in fact, contained very FEW things that, at least environmentally speaking, were problems for the average person. for rhiannon, things like heights, bugs and snakes ( though she wasn’t particularly FOND of them either ), airplanes, the wilderness, or small spaces weren’t particularly troublesome. however, there were plenty of things in her exhaustive list that she was frightened by. chiefly among them were other people ( or the decomposing, hungry corpses they left as their inheritance to those left behind alive ). 

as she continued up the ladder of the fire escape, then, it wasn’t the ASCENSION that frightened her, but the ravenous dead that lurked below. swallowing hard, rhiannon let out a silent sigh of  R E L I E F  when she reached the room where opal-fae waited for her. “yeah, yeah. i’m okay.” rhiannon tugged at her jacket, straightening out the wrinkles that had bunched up beneath her pack in the climb. eyes caught a glimpse of the xbox in the girl’s hands and the corners of her lips turned down in annoyance; what the HELL good would that do, she wondered. for a girl who was lucky to stay in the same place two nights in a row, she couldn’t imagine having the downtime or POWER to play video games. “are you serious about that thing?” she tried to sound casual, but it was clear that she was dubious about the bounty. “do people even have a way to play it?”

FIVE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN MUSE & MUN,

01. we’re both brunettes with curly hair ! 02. both of us and our moms love fleetwood mac 03. rhiannon is an old movie nerd and we both love hitchcock 04. we both dabble in art but never made a career out of it 05. we’re both interested in geology/antarctica

FIVE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MUSE & MUN,

attention kept f o r w a r d when the girl started cutting him down for his rescue and he HAD to roll his eyes. figures. he tries to help and it ‘ isn’t good enough ’… it wasn’t until she paused to a p o l o g i z e did his eyes s l i p to the side and he attempted a glance. good he HAD, though, since he caught sight of one of the r a i d e r s to his right the moment he did. shit. ❛ a camp? ❜ he returned a beat after, accepting her apology with a s m a l l shrug ; vision continued to DART from the path before him to his sides ; they seemed to be s u r r o u n d i n g them somehow. thankfully, it didn’t look like there were TOO many. ❛ any camp, so they can take ‘em out. mine’s too far, but we need a leg up on these assholes. ❜ he wasn’t COMPLETELY sure where he was going as he didn’t k n o w all the camps around cheyenne — just figured when he saw a bunch of people, they were SAFE.

“people who are unkind or lie or take pleasure in other people’s suffering.” rhiannon spoke confidently. “and mosquitos.”

“oh, um, thank you?“ bewildered and flattered, rhiannon isn’t sure if it’s an INSULT or a compliment. “there’s not much to tell? before the outbreak i was really into ole henriksen, but it’s been expired. now i just … wash my face with cold water? and some guy at the country club traded me some coconut oil, which i use for cooking and a moisturizer!”

“you know, i think this is just a little bit condescending.” rhiannon frowns with the insecurity of a statement that rings a bit TOO TRUE. “i’ve survived just fine by myself–” with occasional interventions by strangers “up until this point and i haven’t lost a limb or anything.” it does get pretty lonely out there. rhiannon misses friendship and camaraderie in a way she can taste. “it’s not like i have much to offer them anyway, which you should know since you OBVIOUSLY don’t think i can survive on my OWN.”

“oh, my god.” rhiannon sighs, rolling her eyes. “it’s not like i’m dating krampus.” beneath the show of annoyance lies a slight smirk; someone called vasiliy her boyfriend. it’s not exactly true, but she doesn’t correct them either. ( @bloodsiimple )

“I don’t know.” rhiannon answers honestly, a frown in her brow. “I don’t think any of us are anymore.” a nervous laugh escapes her. she hasn’t killed anyone or anything, but she certainly doesn’t feel like she’s done enough for others to count as GOOD. ( @bloodsiimple )