#* v. jackson.

his fist makes contact with the wood of her door firmly but quietly. any loud noise seemed to spook the tiny thing in his arms and he had only just gotten her calmed down from the doctor's once over. he wasn't about to get her going all over again. despite how quietly she seemed to cry against his shoulder. she was tiny, exhausted, desperately in need of a bath and thin. he needed to get some food into her as soon as possible. he shifted his stance slightly to peer through the small glass window snaked around the frame of the door; stomach twisting in slight anxiety. was she even home ? fuck, what if she wasn't ? he couldn't do this on his own. he could barely take care of himself. / @hopethrived

THE AIR IS EERILY SILENT AROUND THEM ⎯  at least for the first hour. somewhere through the snow filled landscape, the young girl seems to get comfortable around him. or at the very least, uncomfortable with the silence. he's not sure which one it is nor does he get much of a chance to think about it before she's laughing at her own jokes and tossing out another. he lets her get a few more out before forcing himself to speak. not to shut her down, no, just to . . . add something to whatever the hell was going on. interacting with people was hard. " how do you know so many . . . jokes ? " / @imunities

" you need my help with . . . what ? " / @tiesforged

" if you ask 'em nicely, they'll sometimes give you extra potatoes. " he was new. and barely making it through this lunch line. it was clear that he'd been set free of the infirmary on some day pass situation. allowed to mingle among the locals. eat lunch with them. the least she could do was help. she had been in his shoes before. " but it depends on their supply for the day. they should be good for it. we've been growing potatoes like crazy lately according to the one gardener that likes to talk to me at my lunch table every day. don't tell anyone. " / @surviveds

@hopethrived asked: ❛  how long do we still have?  ❜  (casey)

@tiesforged asked: ❛  your hair looks really nice today.  ❜  (joel)

" can i sit here ? " she forgets to wait for a response; plate and drink deposited on the table across from him before she even finishes asking. her body follows easily into the chair. maybe it's the nerves, maybe it's just her lack of social awareness. but she's here now and she's not moving. " figured . . . we were both alone, so . . . " / @hopethrived