#prosperend

                ❛     it’s like, just kiss some ass, man --- then you can screw ‘em all.    ❜  

         lithe arms instinctively link with connor’s as aubrey caught up with him, matching her pace with his so they could walk in sync. it’s a habit of hers, one that knows no boundaries and requires very little thought. out of reflex, she also leans slightly into his side, closing the already minuscule gap between them.     ❝   you know that movie you were telling me about the other day ? i was thinking we could go see it later today ! i mean, if you want to, of course !   ❞ 

               one of her ribs is beyond repair, pressing uncomfortably against her skin in its malformed state, and yet, still, she presses on. her feet bleed, void of the protection of her long fall boots, and yet, still, she presses on. chell spits blood and gel and ash, each step a screaming attest to her determination. the young boy is given a glance, steely and yet full of respect. never had she expected such kindness -- not in her state, not after her trials. she nods in response, eyes trained on the horizon. she will make it, as she always has.

mmmmm,,,now imma play skyrim bc i came to write that drabble now i gotta waste more of my life