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    ’ Everyone I have cared for has either                                                       DIED     or      LEFT                                                                     me.                                                                                                    Everyone———-                                                                                     fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules

    ’ Everyone I have cared for has either                                                       DIED     or      LEFT                                                                     me.                                                                                                    Everyone———-                                                                                     fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules

    ’ Everyone I have cared for has either                                                       DIED     or      LEFT                                                                     me.                                                                                                    Everyone———-                                                                                     fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules

    ’ Everyone I have cared for has either                                                       DIED     or      LEFT                                                                     me.                                                                                                    Everyone———-                                                                                     fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules

    ’ Everyone I have cared for has either                                                       DIED     or      LEFT                                                                     me.                                                                                                    Everyone———-                                                                                     fucking except for Y O U. ‘ i. reboot of indie ellie from naughty dog’s the last of us ii. 1 1/2 yrs portrayal; 3+ tumblr rp experience iii. OC/AU friendly iv. all forms of writing (icon. gif, liner, para, novella) home | ask | rules

The plate was placed down at the table with a large glass of orange juice. If she needed anything else he’d gladly make it. He returned to his chair, homework splayed out across it. Not like he could focus with how giddy he was, happy Ellie was home.

     Upon noticing the small meal waiting at the table, an appreciative smile making it's way onto her face. It's almost hesitant as she sits down, as if one wrong move would wake her up and she'd be right back in the gutters outside the city limits. "It's good to be back."

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It wasn’t until a snort of a large animal came to his ears that his head swiveled to spy a chestnut gelding through the fringe of brambles skewing his view. Furrowing his brow, he clambered out from beneath where he’d been hiding to come front and center before the muzzle of a rifle aimed dead-eye on him. The girl behind it had him drawing a crooked grin in mock glee. “Well, ain’t it peachy that we keep runnin’ inta each other?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly, giving his shoulder a slight jerk to realign the crossbow hung loose. “How ‘bout it missy? Want in on that offer as it’s still standin’.”

     It's a basic question, but a heavily weighted one. His claims from their first encounter still made the hairs on her neck stand -- - he knew about her bite. Of her immunity. It was slowly becoming not a question of whether someone was a liar, but who.