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kai & hope + stuffedĀ animalĀ shenanigans .Ā

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carĀ doorĀ slamsĀ abruptlyĀ ,Ā gettingĀ inĀ .Ā sighingĀ ,Ā sheĀ looksĀ intoĀ rear viewĀ mirrorĀ brieflyĀ ,Ā aĀ silentĀ goodbyeĀ toĀ theĀ propertyĀ behindĀ herĀ .Ā thisĀ wasĀ notĀ theĀ firstĀ timeĀ sheĀ hadĀ runĀ awayĀ fromĀ theĀ salvatoreĀ boardingĀ schoolĀ ,Ā butĀ ifĀ hopeĀ hadĀ anythingĀ toĀ doĀ withĀ itĀ ,Ā thisĀ wouldĀ beĀ theĀ lastĀ .Ā teethĀ clampĀ downĀ onĀ bottomĀ lipĀ ,Ā oceanĀ eyesĀ driftingĀ toĀ findĀ himĀ inĀ theĀ driverāsĀ seatĀ .Ā slightĀ upwardĀ twitchĀ ofĀ lipsĀ ,Ā aĀ phantomĀ ofĀ aĀ smileĀ Ā Ā Ā [Ā .Ā .Ā .Ā ]Ā itĀ onlyĀ lastsĀ secondsĀ .Ā bagĀ isĀ tossedĀ withĀ allĀ theĀ essentialsĀ thatĀ wereĀ notĀ clothingĀ orĀ booksĀ ,Ā thoseĀ havingĀ longĀ sinceĀ shovedĀ inĀ theĀ trunkĀ forĀ safeĀ storingĀ .Ā handsĀ goĀ toĀ herĀ jeanĀ -Ā cladĀ thighsĀ ,Ā palmsĀ sweatingĀ andĀ nervousĀ .Ā Ā anticipationĀ buildsĀ asĀ thisĀ chapterĀ ofĀ herĀ lifeĀ comesĀ toĀ anĀ end .Ā Ā
butĀ ,Ā unlikeĀ theĀ typicalĀ teenageĀ runĀ awayĀ ;Ā thisĀ isĀ notĀ aĀ loveĀ storyĀ ,Ā theyāreĀ notĀ fleeingĀ togetherĀ simplyĀ becauseĀ theyĀ wereĀ ,Ā forĀ lackĀ ofĀ aĀ betterĀ word ,Ā involvedĀ .Ā wellĀ ,Ā itĀ mayĀ haveĀ beenĀ aĀ factorĀ ,Ā butĀ alasĀ ,Ā thatĀ wasĀ notĀ theĀ entiretyĀ .Ā noĀ ,Ā sheĀ feltĀ sheĀ hadĀ toĀ getĀ outĀ fromĀ underneathĀ theĀ confinesĀ ofĀ theĀ schoolĀ ;Ā andĀ afterĀ twoĀ rebuildsĀ whenĀ sheĀ andĀ kaiĀ wouldĀ rendezvousĀ ,Ā itĀ wasĀ justĀ gettingĀ tiresomeĀ .Ā besidesĀ ,Ā sheĀ wasĀ eighteenĀ ,Ā notĀ onlyĀ thatĀ ,Ā aĀ fullyĀ activatedĀ tribridĀ ,Ā intentĀ onĀ harnessingĀ herĀ powerĀ within ,Ā andĀ onĀ learningĀ howĀ toĀ acceptĀ theĀ factĀ thatĀ sheĀ wasĀ nowĀ oneĀ ofĀ theĀ MOSTĀ POWERFULĀ entitiesĀ onĀ theĀ faceĀ ofĀ theĀ planetĀ ;Ā ifĀ sheĀ hadnāt beenĀ alreadyĀ ,Ā noĀ longerĀ boundĀ byĀ mortalĀ coilĀ .Ā Ā āĀ .Ā .Ā .Ā ready ? āĀ Ā questionĀ comesĀ ,Ā followingĀ aĀ shiftĀ ofĀ herĀ focusĀ toĀ himĀ .Ā Ā
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@lore97: ā if you need anything, you know where to find me. ā from rey | meme
No one could've predicted the outcome, the utter loss of lives that were gone in an instant, and what was left was but a handful. He'd been left stunned, wordless since his feet dragged his numb body along the salt hills onto the Falcon, then straight into the furthest storage room in the back, locking himself in the dark. On the other side of the door were the sighs of the survivors, obviously grateful for the rescue, and for the chance to fight another day. He didn't intend to join them anytime soon; not even the imagined sound of his aunt's voice could soothe his spirit.
And maybe he was selfish to act as if he was the only one shattered by such tragedy, but this isolation had provided him shelter against the vulnerability he was wearing like a constricting garment. He couldn't tell how long the metal flooring at his feet had been stained with his tears. Too long, perhaps, that he didn't move a muscle when the door slid open and the figure of Rey stood in the center with the ship's lights silhouetting her frame.
He couldn't bring himself to speak just yet. He'd rather not use his own words; they'd come out mangled and broken if he so much as said a single syllable. Though, it seemed like Rey took it upon herself to remove the sullen air around them.
Laborious breath escaped his dry lips. Slowly, he lifted his face to acknowledge her presence, exhaustion and reddened eyes be damnedāit was the least he could do to repay her kindness. "I'll remember that."
i like the unhinged sporadic chaos
KSJHGFSGHSJKKSGS that's exactly what i'm trying to bring to the table so i appreciate that u noticed and ily. blessed and high favoured that u followed me back after unfollowing me last week.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā @lore97āĀ sent ;Ā Ā ššššš . Ā š šššš Ā š Ā ššššš Ā šššššš Ā šš Ā šš¢ Ā šššš .
šš“š»š». Ā šš·šøš Ā šš°š Ā šš½š“ššæš“š²šš“š³.Ā Ā sheād Ā been Ā told Ā one Ā thousand Ā and Ā one Ā times Ā to Ā never Ā take Ā the Ā trash Ā out Ā alone Ā at Ā night, Ā especially Ā when Ā she Ā was Ā working Ā lates. Ā and Ā yet, Ā even Ā with Ā a Ā brain Ā pumped Ā full Ā of Ā serial Ā killer Ā knowledge Ā and Ā crime Ā scene Ā photos, Ā she Ā finds Ā herself Ā doingĀ Ā š½ššš Ā šš»š“š.Ā Ā sheād Ā only Ā noticed Ā him Ā once Ā the Ā dumpster Ā lid Ā fell Ā closed Ā and Ā the Ā sound Ā of Ā shoes Ā along Ā wet Ā asphalt Ā crunched. Ā first Ā thought Ā was Ā maybe Ā he Ā needed Ā a Ā light.Ā Ā ššššš¼š·, Ā ššššš¼š· Ā šŗš¼š šæĀ Ā . Ā itās Ā a Ā mere Ā beat Ā later Ā that Ā heās Ā brandishing Ā a Ā knife Ā in Ā her Ā direction.Ā Ā š š”ššš Ā ššš”šš©šš Ā š”š©š Ā š¦ššššš¤ Ā šššš©š” Ā šš Ā š š”šššš” Ā ššššš Ā ššš Ā š š©š Ā šššš”š Ā ššš”š© Ā š©šššš Ā šš Ā š š¢ššššššš.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āmy Ā walletās Ā in Ā my Ā pocket. Ā iām Ā going Ā to Ā reach Ā for Ā it Ā and Ā toss Ā it Ā over, Ā alright? Ā just--Ā Ā š±š“ Ā š²š¾š¾š».ā

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@lore97: brush. / dina.
the theatre is quiet, and ellieās noticed that the only time itās not is when the squeaking of floorboards shift slightly under her feet. they tend to allow each other to just beĀ in their company - she thinks itās because dina doesnāt know what to say, or if thereās anything she canĀ say, because ellieās shoulders slump forward and she stares over at the abandoned guitar like itās the reason sheās here. (it was a good find - fuck, it was a greatĀ find. but she touches over the strings and she just hears joelās laugh in her head. well, whatāre the chances of that, kiddo? they would laugh, and joelād play something stupid and old-worldy.)
they donāt have to talk. theyāve both sacrificed comfort and waking up neck-pain-free for the past few months, and the lumpy couch in the back of the theatre really hasnāt helped a single fucking bit, but when ellie sits up and rolls her neck with an arched stretch in her back, dina follows her and they sit for a while. ellie carefully reaches out for her hand and once she finds it, she sits them both in her lap and the theatre is quiet again.
hey...Ā she hears the exertion when dina reaches out for the brush on the side - itās a quiet, stubborn nghĀ born from the comb being slightly out of reach, but she finds it eventually and starts with her fingers. (itās gentle. dina slides her fingers through the knotted mess at the back of her head before following the same thread with the comb.)
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āthanks.āĀ Ā itās hoarse, but ellie shifts so dina can reach and, well, itās been a hot sec since sheās done anything since tie her hair back and hope for the best.Ā Ā Ā Ā ācanāt sleep. donāt know why i thought iād be able to.ā
Ā @lore97āāĀ Ā :Ā Ā š«šš².
herĀ silhouetteĀ shimmeredĀ alongsideĀ theĀ edgesĀ ofĀ theĀ shadows,Ā Ā effervescentĀ bluesĀ thatĀ carryĀ sorrowĀ &Ā powerĀ inĀ theĀ sameĀ shade.Ā Ā sheĀ isĀ theĀ oneĀ thatĀ allĀ ofĀ theĀ othersĀ hadĀ talkedĀ about,Ā theĀ oneĀ thatĀ theyĀ hadĀ putĀ soĀ muchĀ faithĀ inĀ toĀ restoreĀ theĀ distortedĀ balanceĀ inĀ theĀ force.Ā Ā sheāsĀ young,Ā butĀ thatĀ meansĀ little.Ā Ā sheĀ wasĀ alsoĀ strong,Ā determined.Ā Ā earthyĀ eyesĀ areĀ gentle,Ā kindĀ asĀ theyĀ watchĀ herĀ withĀ interest.Ā Ā āyouāreĀ notĀ alone,Ā evenĀ outĀ here.ā
@lore97: you wanna make today your last day on earth? / abby.
if itās between here - a dusty, dim-lit parking garage with veins of spores crawling out from the cracks in the walls and the stench of fucking rotĀ criss-crossing between each car and empty fucking tank - or out there, sheāll pick here. (she can hear the slam and screech of body after body piling up against the waning garage gate, and thereās a two-inch sliver of slight thatās cracking through the bottom of the shutter door, and a tense metal chain starting to bow under the weight. fuck.)
sheās crouched down the side of one of the trucks - thanks, fedra, for using tires bigger than her entire fucking torso, because she tugs one foot up from the other and she hauls herself under the body of the vehicle. she breaths heavy, quiet, the rise and fall of her chest being the only thing she can focus on while the horde outside echoes through the entire garage - slam, fuck, god, okay, fucking think, ellie, fucking think. abby has her trapped, mostly, because thereās only a few discarded vehicles to hide behind, and three of them have been rocked onto their sides and their windows shattered out.
(sheās been tracking her for a while. body after body. one wolf to the next, and thereās a whole fucking trail of blood that she canāt quite scrub out from the soles of her converse. where is abby. where the fuck is abby. in an ideal world, theyād be alone. in an ideal world, itād be over - one bullet between her fucking eyes, just to get it over with, or sheād grab the crowbar from the other side of the lot and show her exactly what it felt like. but it wonāt happen like this. she doesnāt want to lose her, but whatās gonna happen at the end of this?)
ānot until you fucking die.āĀ Ā itās coupled with a single, surprisingly well-placed shot toward the garage door. itās all a game of faith - having faith in how these fuckers work, in the way the bullet clinksĀ against the chain and the way it loosens and whips out like a snake. the shutter shoots up and for a moment, the lightĀ is blinding, followed by the screaming of runner and clicker alike. holy fuck, thatās a lot -
Ā Ā Ā Ā (itās an opportunity and she seizes it, yanking her backpack from under the truck and bolting out in the distraction. holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.)