#lockerbound

@lockerbound​ said :  “ it’s okay. i got you… ” 

ethan  doesn't  mean  to  wake  him  ;  it  hadn't  been  his  intention  in  the  slightest.  dwight  is  kind  enough  to  let  ethan  sleep  in  his  little  safe  haven,  this  little  abandoned  cabin  he  had  found  for  himself  in  the  woods  surrounding  the  campfire.  all  of  the  survivors  have  their  own  little  havens  —  any  of  them  could  have  invited  ethan  into  them,  but  the  one  who  had  was  dwight.  he's  continously  been  there  for  ethan  since  he  came  into  the  fog,  and  for  that,  he  is  insanely  GRATEFUL.  ethan  is  grateful  for  him  in  many  ways  ;  the  man  has  been  a  distraction,  a  source  of  comfort  in  this  endless  hell.  dwight  cannot  replace  what  he  has  lost  —  nothing  can  ever  do  that  —  but  he  can  CONSOLE  and  COMFORT.  

ethan  had  not  meant  to  wake  up  screaming,  had  not  meant  to  sit  straight  up  in  their  shared  bed.  breath  comes  in  quick  gasps,  and  if  he  still  had  a  heart,  it  would  be  pounding  in  his  chest.  nightmares  have  always  plagued  his  sleep  ever  since  louisiana,  but  they're  almost  WORSE  now  :  flashes  of  seeing  rose  in  those  vials,  of  seeing  himself  start  crumbling  into  pieces,  of  having  to  put  his  baby  girl  in  chris'  arms  so  she  can  be  safe.  he  can  never  see  her  again.  not  now.  not  now  that  he's  stuck  here.

does  the  entity  feed  on  his  suffering?  he  can't  help  wondering.  is  it  the  fact  that  he's  DEAD  that  makes  these  night  terrors  more  frequent,  or  is  it  the  cruel  hand  of  a  black  god?  perhaps  both.

knees  are  pulled  to  chest,  head  resting  atop  them.  blue  eyes  remain  tightly  shut,  arms  wrapped  around  his  legs.  it's  OVERWHELMING.  god,  he  just  wants  to  go  home.  he  wants  to  go  back  to  his  life.

[  MISTER  WINTERS,  I'M  AFRAID  YOU  CAN'T  RETURN  TO  YOUR  OLD  WORLD  ANY  LONGER  !  ]

ethan  is  still  sat  there,  body  shaking  slightly  with  the  soft  sobs  that  escape,  when  dwight  suddenly  moves  beside  of  him  ;  before  he  even  realizes  it,  the  other  man's  arms  are  wrapped  around  his  body,  gently  shushing  him  and  reassuring  him  that  IT'S  OKAY.  it's  okay,  he's  got  him...  

yes,  if  he  wasn't  here,  ethan  is  positive  that  he  would  have  went  insane  in  this  fucking  fog  by  now.

the  bear  trap  that's  currently  embedded  within  his  flesh  hurts  like  hell,  but  it's  not  the  worst  thing  he's  ever  experienced.  admittedly  though,  he  feels  FOOLISH  for  not  having  seen  it  —  especially  now  that  dwight  is  here  in  the  path  of  danger  too.  getting  someone  else  hurt  because  of  him  is  NOT  something  he  wants  to  do.  not  at  all.

ethan  winces  as  the  trap  is  undone,  pulling  his  leg  free  from  its  biting  jaws.  black  blood  pours  from  the  injury,  but  he  cannot  deal  with  that  right  now.  it's  not  important,  not  when  the  sounds  of  the  trapper's  approach  breaks  through  the  silence.  they  have  to  get  away.  they  have  to.  they  will  survive  this  trial  ;  ethan's  going  to  do  his  best  to  make  sure  they  make  it  through  it.  

so,  he  follows  dwight  as  fast  as  his  injured  leg  will  let  him  ;  god,  he'll  be  leaving  a  fucking  blood  trail,  won't  he?  maybe  the  darkness  of  his  blood  —  THE  MOLD  —  will  prevent  it  from  being  spotted  as  easily.  one  can  only  hope.  when  dwight  ducks  behind  a  pile  of  rocks,  ethan  follows,  barely  daring  to  breathe.  he  knows  the  killer  is  still  on  their  trail,  still  hot  on  their  heels,  but  one  can  only  hope  this  will  be  a  good  enough  hiding  spot.  

Injured / Bleeding Starters - Still Accepting

He quickly surveyed the other man and noted that he didn't see anything that looked like a bite mark that would be any cause for triggering the infection. It looked like a regular old wound, but it was one he couldn't help the guy with here. He would need to get him somewhere safe.

"I don't doubt it. That's a nasty cut you got there." He extends a gloved hand to the other. "I can help you out with that, but we gotta get the fuck out of here."

Different Types of Relationships - Still Accepting

🤝 for our muses to be partners that work together 💛 for our muses to be friends 🧡 for our muses to be friends that could develop into a romantic relationship ❤️ for a romantic ship between our muses

AFFECTION PROMPTS | CLOSED

@lockerbound​

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours.