#fatayle

aaron_hotchner — the sun hangs low in the sky. the smell of campfire from somewhere far in the trees wafts ... strong enough to make it all the way to their little mattress oasis by the water. wes and maeve had insisted they don't worry about a thing for the night. & aaron planned to take advantage of the luxury. with the way his wife was talking he figured stolen moments like these would only grow less and less while their hearts perhaps would begin to triple in size. " falling asleep on me already? " HE TEASES, nose nuzzled into her hair as he tucks her in closer. a half-breath, half-sigh of contentment released at the thought. " we could make that happen. " spoken like a promise. the most surest thing in the world. in one way or another, he's dreamed of it too. more than once. " basketball hoop in the driveway. pool in the yard. " fingers dance absently against her stomach where her shirt lifts and exposes the skin, a grin at sunset. " the townhouse won't fit any more of us you know. "

genevieve_owens — " whoever was here last ... " the words are bitten through gen's teeth as she hauls the piece of plywood just high enough for rory to slip through & join her on the other side — " ... must have sealed this section off. " if she thinks about why they might have done that for too long she's sure the walls would start to feel like they're closing in. each expansion of her lungs shrinking them inward by multiples of one. squeezing and squeezing until there's nowhere left for them to go and the wailed cries of infected echo from either end of their desolate, chambered hallway. it is, after all—after everything, THE WHY that haunts gen the most. what she struggles to understand. even now, as they're on their own and her innards have begun to grown used to cobwebs and thick layers of dust in the place where her beating organ rests. she knows why she would do anything to protect rory ... why she has done what she has done already ... but why have they made her?

" careful, honey. careful. " when rory slips through, gen carefully releases the wood without a single sound, settling it back into place. they've survived this long without a chance encounter. ( if they stay quiet, if they mind their own, they shouldn't risk breaking their streak. no blood, no foul ) what remains the most important is safety, and getting their hands on another inhaler while the near empty one rattles around in rory's pack. at the sound of a hiss from rory's mouth, she whirls around ... EYES A LITTLE WIDE. immediately she searches her for any cuts or scrapes as an impending fear begins to ripen in her veins. " no blood, right? "