#sweetpxa

Goddamn this place... Stupid-ass Carver and his stupid-ass rules... He’d saved someone’s life, for chrissakes! And for that, he’d ended up out in the pen? 

Jeez, Lee would hate to have seen what would happen if he’d killed someone. Ohh boy, he’d heard rumours, after all, of workers mysteriously going missing when they did something too risque or ‘off-book’. 

So that’s how he ended up out in the pen, lying on the hard ground, with only a potato sack as his blanket, and listening as footsteps approached. It seemed to be... a lot, actually. Heh, maybe they’d done what they’d set out to do and found that stupid group that decided to make a break for it. 

With a grunt, the man turned onto his side, making sure to guard his stumpy arm, and scan his eyes over the new group. 

Yep. They were back. And-- wait, what? No. No, it... It could’t be, could it? Within their ranks were two baseball caps; one a dark brown, belonging to a bearded man he could only see from behind. But the other one; that was the one that he locked onto and what made his heart pound within his chest. 

Send “Don’t Cry.” to find my muse during a vulnerable moment and crying uncontrollably.

She felt her sister plop down beside her, mirroring her position of hugging her knees and slouching forward so she could nurture her tears into her knee caps. She should of known she couldn’t hide her grief, it was like those whacky twin theories people would assume about twins. Clementine had gone off, hoping to be unnoticed for a bit while she just allowed herself to smash the bottle inside of her.

Sometimes, it was just too much, even for a tough girl like that but her sister, she always found her. You’d just assume it’s a twin thing and most of the time, they’d agree. 

         ❝You’ll catch a cold out here              you know.❞

Send me “Darling don’t cry.” And my muse will react to yours saying this and wiping away their tears after my muse got emotional over something.

She remembered it so well; all those little things her and her twin would do when they were tiny and still so innocent, she didn’t know why they were the ones that plagued her dreams, they were memories but ones she held so dear.

Twins always had these funny little traits, if it weren’t some weird telepathic language then it was them feeling the same thing, when they were five she had fallen over scraping her knee and on came the water works and seconds after she had started crying, her sister followed in suit.

When she was happy, so was she.When she was sad, excited, even sick. . .

Only twins could understand.

Yet-- here she was crying now, years later with a world gone to hell and her sister.

She wasn’t crying like she was, completely keeping her cool, even so much as to wipe her tears away like their mother would which only caused more to spill. Clementine could almost laugh.

sweetpxa: #hmm wonder who that was#points to self