#l4m

naim pre- and post-[redacted], and his bag (luggage bag, lab notes, pencils/erasers, work ID, phone, noise-cancelling headphones, camera, cool rock from a dive, black lipstick, animal crackers, fish wallet with not a lot of money in it, tissues (for allergies), homemade lunch, pocket ancestor altar)

As I who had a purpose not, the void of love felt like a freezing breeze.

A watch to which time wasn't taught, lacking the basic of it's needs.

Like an aimless boat in the sea, floating with no purpose was I .

Then came up the sun , with its rays shining by

To which the stone heart melted, with a beat it try

To which a soul was revived

And a watch was taught time

And a boat found its a place near by

Finally there was you and I .

Mrdownpour

Chapter Rating: G

Fic Summary: A man wandering the land after an apocalypse is saved from death by a cult with a charismatic and mysterious leader. Despite his intents to leave quickly, excuse after excuse comes up that keeps him in place, until his own heart betrays his intentions to move on. He knows there is something sinister going on in the isolated cult, but he must decide if it is truly worse than what is happening in the world outside.

Chapter Summary: The much talked-of storm finally arrives, and is far worse than Naim could have imagined.

Notes: All four numerals met! Some poor choices made, not in the correct frame of mind to make them.