sweet as pie

It never does, does it? Except that a part of Thomas is starting to believe that oftentimes, the hoping part is the part that hurts the most. Once you’ve lost all hope, you’ve got nothing left to tire over. But as long as you do hope, disappointment and reality wait around every corner.

Still, he appreciates her attempt to ease some of the tension from his shoulders and tries to show so by curling his lips into a small smile. It’s not even half of what the one on her lips is and part of him feels just the tiniest bit ashamed of having so little to offer in front of such a bright girl. But the bigger part of himself is just glad that she’ll probably be taking care of most of the smiling and talking. He’s never been too fond of being a lot of anything. Pale no matter what shade he’s wearing and he likes it like that.

He moves out of her range, though, with a slight turn of his body, preferring what distance he can still put between himself and her. As lovely as her words are and even though he has nothing against medics from the Saints, he does harbour a certain shyness towards… friendliness in the form of physical contact. Approachable, yes. Easy to befriend, not quite.

“I guess you’re right…” The stress-lines around his eyes say otherwise. “I’m merely worried about… what will happen now. Knowing ahead of time would be nice, alas… I doubt that lies within our power… How are things at the Saints? How did they react?”

the  past,  present,  future  ...  time  is  meaningless  to  her  now.  every  day  is  more  of  the  same  boring  thing.  the  only  fun  she  has  now  is  sneaking  off  into  the  night  for  her  next  victim.  she  itches  to  play  more. 

eyes,  though  light  in  hue,  carry  a  tenebrosity.  one  easily  masked  with  a  smile  and  a  twinkle,  but  they  grow  dark  watching  the  man  before  her  as  he  moves  away.  “  of  course  i’m  right.  ”  giggle  followed  by  a  shake  of  her  head,  she  takes  a  single  step  in  his  direction.  “  thomas  ...  ”  his  name  like  honey  on  her  tongue,  “  we  can’t  control  what  will  happen,  though.  so  there’s  no  use  worrying  about  it.  we’ve  done  all  we  can.  ”

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The most difficult part was admitting that even this fragile pretence of normalcy he’d fought so hard to keep up, has been shattered as easily as a single layer of thin ice, over an already melting lake.

He has a little radio, not something he could use to contact anyone with - and he’s tried, lord, he’s tried, the hope of ever seeing his family again hadn’t waned at the time - but one functional enough to capture Ailton’s signal. It’d been propped up on his desk while he was working on refilling one of the medkits lying around. Bandage rolls and plasters and gauzes and even a single bottle of hydrogen peroxide, something he’d always used reluctantly, especially now; they had lied on the wooden surface all safe for the bottle, who had found its home dropped to the ground the moment the full extent of the broadcast had registered in Thomas’s name.

Now, he’s simply standing there, trembling fingers toying with the bandage he’d been handed. He’d been quiet; when they’d walked in, when he’d noticed what they wanted, when they’d spoken to him. But now he says something, a single, half-mumbled phrase. “Maybe we should just leave and never look back.”

“  oh  silly,  ”  chipper  voice  doesn’t  falter,  though  the  news  had  taken  her  aback.  mostly,  she  was  excited  to  see  old  friends.  “  it’s  not  that  bad.  ”  ever  the  optimist,  bright  eyes  and  sweet  smile  attempts  to  reassure.  she  bounds  over  to  his  side,  curls  bouncing  with  her.  “  i  mean,  i’m  just  positive  everyone  will  come  out  the  other  end  of  this.  ”  she  really  hopes  they  don’t  ;  she  wants  to  have  a  hand  in  the  ruckus  herself.

wind  blows  hard  through  the  trees,  cool and sharp  against  exposed  flesh  ---  porcelain  turning  to  ruby.   soft  whistles  and  rugged  creaks  form  an  unsettling  melody  as  she  wanders  the  sort-of  graveyard.   sneakers  crunch  against  overgrown  pathways  and  crumbled  cement  until  she’s next  to  her  favorite  attraction  :  the  carousel.  a  familiar  tune  begins  on  her  lips,   a  soft  hum  increasing  as  she  begins  circling  the  horses  --   looking  for  something  ( important ). 

hello! i’m back again, this time with my murderous daughter. idk what else to say, so...

stats:

full name: lauren elise young

nickname(s): lolly

age: 28

height: 5′5″

gender: cisgender female

sexual orientation: pansexual

birth date: march 15, 1991

zodiac sign: pisces

religious status: catholic, non-practicing

current  location: the saints

occupation: medic

previous occupation: interior designer

positive traits: eloquent, saccharine

negative traits: manipulative, cruel

siblings: (full blooded, she has a ton of half siblings as well) lindsay reynolds (31), logan young (26)

marital status: single, never married

children: n/a

fun facts:

um……….. kind of incredibly evil

highkey murdered her entire family like 2 days BEFORE the outbreak wtf

comes across as the nicest, sweetest, most PURE BEAN in the world

is actually a serial killer

also tortures/experiments on people for fun

disappears randomly at night lowkey but says it’s because she has insomnia/bad dreams and need fresh air

( she’s out murderin’ )

she’s kinda flirty but it’s also kinda subtle? 

tailors her manipulation to the individual person

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm??

has a  5 year old Great Pyrenees named Peppermint Bark.

 if u also have a pet she might spare u

unless ur a bad pet over then Game Over

idk y’all…. she’s just bad. 

but appears super sweet. and charming. and overall lovely.