#henrik.

MAY 18. 1.5 MILES OUTSIDE IDAHO FALLS. @henriklarsen​

Outside the walls, Teddy feels light enough to breathe again. There’s no denying the odd comfort of being somewhere where at least he knows what dangers lurk. No stranger to quarantine zones and their typical patrol system, Teddy tries to keep his head down, follow orders, avoid drawing suspicion now that his little family is finally reunited. In the few weeks since he and Felix arrived, he’s kept a close eye on the soldiers he’s paired to work with, trying to sniff out who might be whispering in Alexei’s ear. He’s liable to trust a fellow outsider more than anyone who’s got a real life inside the walls. 

A certain understanding seems to develop between these two newcomer soldiers as they scan the perimeter — they’re here to do their job, then get the fuck out. Though today, a new assignment on their rounds brings he and Henrik to what must be an old training area, the faded paint of the crumbling, wooden targets nearly gone, only just visible against the trees some distance away. Squinting to confirm what he suspects, Teddy hesitates before calling to his patrol partner behind him. “Hey,” he says, turning to face Henrik. “Do those look like targets to you?”

Considering he hasn’t gotten a chance to use his bow since recruitment, a small part of Teddy itches to let some arrows fly. His fingers already reach for the bow slung on his back, overeager despite what the repercussions of slacking off on the job might be— though Henrik doesn’t exactly seem like the type to snitch. He nods towards the bow slung on the other man’s back and asks, “are you up for a little friendly competition?”

The sound of clickers haunts. Daiyu halts, tosses a look over her shoulder at the crew of soldiers that fall under her. She wonders if her father thinks this a cruelty: to put her back in the field less than twenty four hours after being allowed back out into the world. Maybe it’s a test. ( It is a test, as everything with Alexei is. A test to see how far she’ll push him, a test to see when she might snap, a test to see how bendable she is, how endurable she is. ) So, she looks over her shoulder, places a finger against her lips, and if her eyes shine with excitement it’s just a trick of the light.

She draws her knife, sharpened recently, points at Rik. “You, me, we go around left.” She gestures at the rest, points to the right side of the building, then looks at the building in front of her. The wise decision was to just leave it, to bolt the door and to mark the place as leave the fuck alone on the maps. But there is unresolved rage within her and a gun pressed against the small of her back. She twirls her knife, watches the other soldiers stalk off without an argument ( but a slight rumble that leaves their lips which she ignores ).

Maybe it is a bad decision. This is an area they haven’t been to in a while and it’s likely that there’s more than just a handful of clickers, but Daiyu doesn’t quite care to think that far ahead. She wants a rush, to feel the fulfillment she hadn’t been able to feel when lunging at Mike. To destroy something, even if it’s just an infected. “That alright with you, soldier?” A smirk plays at her chapped lips, an eyebrow raises over half-manic eye. A challenge. 

the mikaelsons : he’s just a baby : (

I DON’T WANT TO BE SPECIAL!