#sinncrsandscints

🔪 // ignacio

Breaths escape heavy as she backs away from thefreshly deceased, pistol still tight in her grasp as she stumbles over her own feet, descending to the ground and continuing her retreat until her back collides with the nearby tree. she hadn't. . .they were trying to steal her supplies, & the tug to her arm loosened the bandages enough to reveal the aged bite to her skin that caused their panic to rise, guns drawn and -

Approaching steps have her swift to react, pistol raised to aim in a panic before recognizing features. "I-Iggy. . . "

     “You want some tea?”

"C'mon, you definitely got a soft spot for something - or someone."

“Did you hear about the restaurant on the moon? Great food, no atmosphere.” // iggy

The joke has her pausing for a moment, as though prepared to release some agitated groan from the words. Except. . .a light laugh escapes her, a spark of joy revealed in her features. “Ok, that was a good one! Like, a nine outta ten.”

ㅤjoel wasn't one to ask for help. it didn't matter the situation; he didn't like feeling weak. all trials & tribulations of the end times considered, he hadn't asked ronnie for much. she was a good partner in all of this . . . the girl was a good shot, always knew where to look for supplies worth smuggling, and days spent with her often went quickly. it was the nights that left him vulnerable. exhaustion always seemed to make the dreams worse. he often woke feeling more tired than he'd been when he'd finally let his eyes close. he swore he could still feel the blood on his hands when his racing heart forced him awake.

ㅤit had been too late to head back by the time they were done, and they'd found an old neighborhood to set up camp for the night. quiet, dark, borderline peaceful. he didn't want to disturb it with waking screams. they'd agreed to sleep in different parts of the house to monitor all angles, but he found himself reaching for her before he could tell himself not to. he grabs her hand before she can retire to her own space. " you could . . . stay. with me. " it was meant to be a question, he just doesn't know how to ask. " stay, for tonight. "

❛❛ I know what’s like being alone too, I know how it feels. ❜❜ // iggy ;w;

“Then you’d know if I was out on my own, I’d just be more scared.” Considering the mingling of fear and agitation in her tone, she worries just how worse it could be if she didn’t have someone like Iggy aiding her in a place so unknown like this.