#preymend

@yosufro​ gets a thing.

              Either she was getting too old for the job or vampires were getting stronger. Whatever the case may be, she was growing tired of getting her ass handed to her in a fight. One moment she had everything under control then the next she’s flying through the air, taking out someone’s something great grandfather’s headstone. It resulted in a nasty cut along her leg, but she ignored it and pushed through the pain long enough to finish the job. Normally she would have gone to the free clinic that saw its fair share of shady business, but a couple months back she had saved some paramedic from losing her life.

‘ obviously... you don’t know me- that well, if you think i can just... not talk, ’ short coughing fits and wheezes interrupt his words, fin laying his head back on the pillow when he can’t lift it any longer. shirt pulled half way up his torso, he assumed clara was analyzing the deep wound just below his left ribcage, blood congealing and turning dark around the skin there. for someone with as high of a pain tolerance as finley, he would admit that this hurt like a son of a bitch. he should be grateful that it was from a claw and not teeth, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel appreciative. after all- he could have died. closing his eyes to take a breath, the hunter grunts a bit in pain. ‘ what’s the diagnosis, doc? am i gonna make it? ’

@preymend​​ asked: ​ he's actually asleep, a feat she never thought she'd witness. deep, rhythmic breaths escape him as she shifts closer to him beneath the covers; bare forms previously joined as one now in mere proximity of the other when she drapes her leg over his. Clara can't help the adoration that fills her chest as she brushes the tip of her nose against his ear. "i love you, Shane."

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. He was simply in a state of pure comfort. A breathable comforter was partially draped over him, a single leg hanging out and over the edge of the bed. Window had been cracked to allow the cool breeze in, mostly to keep the temperature down during their previous activity earlier that night. He can hear the crickets chirping just outside, and even the sound of a bullfrog if he listens real closely the entire forest is singing for them beneath the full moon that shown brightly through the small window of the camper. 

Everything in this exact moment was pure, blissful, perfection. He could ask for nothing more as Clara’s leg drapes over his and she’s shifting closer. There’s a momentary shift, barely noticeable as her nose brushes against his ear and those three little words dance so eloquently into his subconscious. 

the night is quiet, almost eerily so. but she won't let it consume them; not while they still draw breath. sidling up behind him, arms wrapping loosely around his waist, clara plants a long, loving kiss to the center of thor's back. residing there for a beat, she slides around his form, positioning herself in front of him. their height different is such that requires a bit of effort as she reaches up toward his chin, full lips dragging along unkempt scruff as she smiles through the affection.  //  @preymend​  //  RANDOM INTERACTIONS ALWAYS WELCOME. 

          its odd to exist in the night without the distant moans and scuffling of the undead . maybe that used to be peaceful , but now its quite unnerving with as long as they’ve had to listen to it since the inception of this godforsaken new world .  in this abandoned house they’ve acquired for the night , just until morning , they’ve made it as comfortable as possible. a hole in the ceiling provides just a hint of circulation so they can build even the smallest fire to keep warm . they still do not want to warrant any attention but at least here they can stay somewhat hidden .  

blue eyes peer out into the dark night , unsure of why since he can’t see anything but trying to find some semblance of peace is few and far between . relaxing is even harder regardless of whether the windows and doors are boarded .  sleep should have been hours ago and that where he thought he’d left her but thor should have known better . her lips press gently to his bare back and lets it linger . they’ve found themselves a companionship that not many would have otherwise and he counts his stars and how incredibly LUCKY he is . 

RAGGED    ,  it’s  a    good     word    for  what  he  feels  in  bones,  and  emptiness that  settles  in  the  PIT  of  stomach.  They’ve  all  been  feeling  the  effects,  food  supplies  running  low  as  they  TRY  to  map  out  their  next  move.  Right  now  ?  WELL,  right  now  Jackson  is  ANGRY,  he’s  DEFEATED,  and  he  is  EXHAUSTED.  ‘  We  can’t  keep  doing  this,  it’s  UNORGANIZED,  and  we’ll die  before  ANY  of  us  gets  back  to  whoever  is  waitin’  for  us  ’  talks  in  hushed  tones,  ‘  You  gotta  be  thinkin’  the  same  way  ’  Eyes  desperately  search  hers,  ‘  This  is  fuckin’  insane  

COD MW  /  SENTENCE STARTERS  /  ACCEPTING.

@preymend​ asked : “ we may have a problem. ” @ ghost.

HIS BACK IS TURNED,  gaze directed toward the few horses gathered for grooming.   they’re all strangers to him, the people at the dam.   he’s here for price and price alone, and despite having been introduced to a few of the residents, he keeps to himself.   a cold shoulder cuts potential future contact,  remaining solitary until he’s able to leave.   however, ghost finds the levels of community he’s witnessed  -  even after all this time  -  unforeseen.   survivors rubbing shoulders, exchanging hugs and words.   perhaps he truly is the only one lost in the void of desolation.   not that he minds.    

he senses a presence behind him, a lingering shadow and fingers flex subconsciously.   preparation for a fight.   for some kind of conflict; to be told to leave or that he’s not welcome  -  deep rooted cynicism forever melded to his core.   be ready for man and his self-serving inner circle, no ?   we may have a problem.    ghost pauses, the woman’s words repeated in his head.   he shifts to face her, mask burying his expression.   it’s the medic,  one of the aforementioned introductions.   

        @preymend​​

      ʜᴇ ᴏᴡᴇs ʜᴇʀ. quite a bit, actually. and he’s not one to leave his debts unpaid. he was taught better than that. sometimes, you just have to wait around for the opportunity to arise. but he doesn’t feel like waiting around for this one. he doesn’t like how little he knows about this woman. hates flying blind. it’s been a while since he has been so out of it his mind seemingly shut down his abilities to preserve energy,  but it’s what happened and he still knows way too little about his savior. it’s why he is here again.