#peacekcpt

“Don’ ya know it ain’t polite t’follow someone WITHOUT their damn permission?”

He adjusts his rifle, glancing over his shoulder with a small GRUNT, visible discontent in the means by which he stares the other man down. HE DOESN’T much like having to temporarily live in this place by which DREAMS are destroyed. He had lost his belief in others a LONG time ago, but this place BRED distrust and misanthropy.

“What is it exactly that you PEOPLE want now? I ain’t a fuckin’ tool fer ya or yer damn cult so spit it out so I can say NO an’ move on with m’fuckin’ shit.”

HE KNOWS that’ll likely end in an attempt by force ( his FAVORITE ) which would mean PERHAPS this might be interesting indeed. A moment passes before he shakes his head.

brows   furrowed   as   tongue      stuck   out      from   between   parted   lips   ,   a   sure   sign   of      COMPLETE      CONCENTRATION      .   from   his   place   on   top   of   the   table   ,   eric   contemplated   color   schemes   ,   mulling   over      WHICH      AVAILABLE      SHADE      was   least   likely   to   clash   with      PINK      &&      BLUE      daisies   already   present   beneath   vibrant   eyes   .      ❝      HEY      ,   do   you   have   any      s t r o n g      f e e l i n g s      about      yellow   ?   ❞          

“We’re gonna die here.” She muttered, somewhat bitterly as she looked around. As the days wore on, the mood just got gloomier and gloomier. Their only hope was that Clarke could pull something heroic out of her ass, but none of them even really knew where she was. They had no way of getting a message out to the others. Half their small group was still convinced that the people here was doing good. “And I literally can’t think of anything more depressing than dying here.” She murmured, slouching back against the wall. “I mean, maybe dying back at camp but...still.”

´  IS IT TRUE ? ´  voice is low, sad even.  Honey irises brimming with confusion ´   is it true that Morgan’s gone ?  —-did you know ? did anyone know about his plans ?   ´   although deep down you know you wouldn’t have been able to do much to prevent that from happening, not even Rick himself.  and yet,  you can’t help but wonderwhy. Why would anyone do what he did. ´ no one should be on their own —-there is safety in numbers ´  

she’s got her head on right, and an eye for an uplifting soul. queenie looks at him, at all his hope that’s now mirrored in her chest. she wonders if he even knows how rare it is to be hopeful after endless misery. the world’s a quieter place, an emptier one but he can make her forget that. 

❝    you don’t gotta convince me, honey.    ❞

queenie’s smile softens.

❝    i know that life’s still for the alive, that it’s worth somethin’. it’s gotta be. and i’m so tired of hearin’ otherwise.    ❞

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