#edenwept

@edenwept and @yoursmary​

𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗.        amid the smoke and ash, the question on your tongue does not rest as easily as the match that was lit.        like a deer at the happening of a sudden sound, eyes remain wide as they observe a sight like nothing you’ve ever seen.        𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕.        small frame crouches next to the other who sits upon the sofa, never mind the mess that has been made, for frills carry the burden of blood:        the soot is heavy with the weight of what has happened before.         whatever has happened before.       you pretend you’re not nervous.        𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎.       that asking for a revelation of the truth won’t unravel the fictitious bow that is now holding you together.               ❛❛ gloria . . . ❜❜        a voice as delicate as it is sweet, pleading without the implication of imploring, calling onto something stronger than yourself for a helping hand.        desperation radiates through flesh in a summon to bring the mind back to the body.       𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊.        whatever this is to endure.         ❛❛ for me to help you, i have to know what happened. ❜❜ 

* PLOTTED STARTER               @edenwept​​

toes protected by worn leather made his presence known, a loud   knockknockknock   filling the hallway as his boot met with the doorframe before him. while it was well known that eric was a pre-morning riser, often leaving the safety of their community before most had even begun to stir ( if only to avoid conversation ) even he would admit to the fact that this particular wake-up call had come at an obscenely early hour ; a fact made even worse by the temperature drop the area had experienced during the night. that was one thing they conveniently left out of the sales pitch when folks went further south to scout or recruit       sure, the scenery was wonderful and they could offer safety, but when the true cold came on, the kind that one could only experience at high elevations, even the toughest found themselves second guessing their choice to join the crew.   

❝ they need you downstairs, new girl. ❞ he called, giving the door one last tap. with a steaming mug held in each hand eric took a sip of the one he’d claimed as his own, yawning as soon as the dangerously hot liquid had left his mouth. if all went well and whatever they needed gloria for could be taken care of quickly, eric’s hope was that both of them could get back to their respective rooms and catch a few more hours of sleep before the day actually began. it was a long shot, but not altogether impossible. ❝ ...if you’re waiting for me to go away it isn’t gonna’happen. ❞

SHANE   WAS   RELUCTANT   TO   LET   HER   HELP   HIM   AND   HE   WAS   NOT   BIG   ON   TRUSTING   ANYONE   TO   AID   HIM   BUT   DID   HE   HAVE   MUCH   FOR   OPTIONS.   honestly   he   was   quite   close   to   passing   out,   and   he   was   starting   to   sweat   so   that   was   definitely   a   problem.   he   couldn't   keep   up   this   way   and   he   knew   it.   hell   his   new   found   company   obviously   knew   it   too.   letting   her   proceed   to   bandage   him   up   was   certainly   questionable   because   he   didn’t   know   her   from   eve   and   thus   trust   was   hardly   a   word   he   was   about   to   throw   around   with   her.   she   wanted   to   help   and   he   needed   the   damn   help   that   was   it,   that   was   all   this   was   going   to   be.   “just   how   qualified   are   you   to   be   doing   this?”   he   spoke   as   his   knee   shifted   against   the   counter   and   as   his   blood   stained   fingers   slipped   away   he   had   plunked   down   onto   his   thigh   and   rear   before   he   was   moving   to   lay   back   slowly   his   head   falling   lightly   against   the   ground   while   dirty   calloused   fingers   were   scrapping   at   the   rummaged   store   that   was   just   a   shell   these   days.   then   again   find   a   building   or   place   that   wasn’t   right?   everything   went   to   shit,   and   his   current   situation   just   reminded   him   how   bad....   stabbed   by   his   own   friend,   then   again   only   because   he   stabbed   first.   was   that   better?   shit   situations   could   really   make   you   wonder   how   far   you’d   cracked.   rick   just   didn’t   understand,   he   was   a   liability....   the   group   needed   to   change   him   or   they’d   be   joining   him   sooner   or   later.   focus,   man.   “you   gonna   end   up   making   this   worse   then   it   is   or   something   if   you   don’t   have   a   half   baked   idea   of   what   you’re   doing.”   he   spoke   not   that   she   wasn’t   capable   but   easier   to   trust   your   life   in   your   own   hands   then   a   strangers   of   course.