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alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
i can't wait to get a fresh start and some new threads going. see you there! <3
alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
i can't wait to get a fresh start and some new threads going. see you there! <3
alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
i can't wait to get a fresh start and some new threads going. see you there! <3
alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
i can't wait to get a fresh start and some new threads going. see you there! <3
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alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
i can't wait to get a fresh start and some new threads going. see you there! <3
alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
i can't wait to get a fresh start and some new threads going. see you there! <3
alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
i can't wait to get a fresh start and some new threads going. see you there! <3
alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
i can't wait to get a fresh start and some new threads going. see you there! <3
alright kiddos, the new blog is created and you can find me right HERE now!
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I think a fresh start is in order for me and my muse and my desire to write so I think I’m just gonna make a new blog and start from the ground up and see what happens and as soon as I get that going I’m gonna post the link and hope some of y’all wanna come along and still write with me. 💜
Frankly Gage didn't like the options he was presented with: admit jealousy or come off like a callous asshole. The worst part both things were true to an extend. He was jealous and he was kind of an asshole. Except he was never once embarrassed by Willow. "Whatever maybe I'm a little jealous. Just... don't go. Hang out with me instead. On dry land," he adds with a smirk trying to keep some of his cool.
she doesn't mean to smirk, but she does. because how could she not when he's actually admitted to something like that. it's not as if willow is absolutely stupid, or blind. it's not like she hadn't done this on purpose, to try and see if there was any reaction from gage. because all of that is true, she's absolutely pushing buttons, because she's sick of living in what essentially feels like limbo. "what are we gonna do on dry land? do you have something fun planned?" she takes a step closer, tilts her head back so she's looking up at him. "because i don't want to give up a party for no plans. so if we're hanging out, what are we doing?"
Asher had spent more time than he cared to admit thinking about the what ifs of zombies. He was once a kid with an overactive imagination often left to his own devices and obsessed with all things a little bit weird. He was pretty sure twelve year old Asher had an entire journal sprawling stories about what it would all look like. At least from his limited perspective back then. "See we got the whole thing figured out," he smirks. "Plus, could think of much worse ways to spend the end of the world," he nods, meaning every word. "God, I would miss french fries though. Definitely not an apocalypse friendly food," he says popping another fry into his mouth.
"i mean, i suppose if we're in an apocalypse situation, anyway, we'd have to start trying to grow our own food. potatoes can't be too hard to grow, right? so if we can figure out the farming thing, we'll grow some potatoes and i'll make sure you still get french fries sometimes." of course, it's all nebulous, a what-if scenario that doesn't have to come to anything, but mina always feels better when she has at least some kind of plan. it's part of her personality, one of the reasons why she works as a personal assistant. being able to organize things and keep track of everything happening. makes her feel much more in control. "how would we fill our days, between fighting the hoard and learning to farm? are we inventing new games to play, or just try to repopulate the earth or whatever."
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As soon as Duri started packing, Matt didn't hesitate to join her. He, too, just kind of threw everything into whatever bag he had in his hand, not caring that toiletries really didn't belong with chargers and other electronics. Or that his sketchbook and pencils really shouldn't be in with a bunch of clothes. They could sort all of that shit out later.
Once done, he did another walkthrough of the room, just to make sure they'd indeed grabbed everything. Satisfied, Matt nodded his head and was about to grab the bags so they could head out, when Duri handed him one of her knives. He stared at it for a moment, debated teasing her about the fact he had plenty of those on his own, but simply smiled and bowed his head in the end. "You got it, boss." It was tucked away safely, and Matt made a mental note to keep this one for special occasions.
Then he grinned, raising his eyebrows. "Is that a promise? 'Oh Matt, I won't ever leave your side, no matter what.'. I'll take it." Grabbing the bags, he nodded towards the door. "Enough love confessions. Come on, it's time to leave and get the hell out of here." Giving her no time to react, he'd already made his way to the door and stepped outside.
He didn't stop or relax until they were sitting in the car. Plugging in whatever destination he could think of that would lead them in the opposite direction, he then started the car and got them out of there as quickly as possible. For a while, there was silence. Then he turned his head to briefly look at her. "Duri. I think it's best if you tell me as much about 'the family' as you can now. I can't be in the dark. Not now that they're going to be after us."
she isn't really breathing, not until they're in the car and moving, and even then, the breaths are a little shaky and uneven. it's a wonder she hasn't gotten dizzy from lack of oxygen. her eyes focus intently on the road blurring in front of them, because she's afraid if she looks behind them, looks to see if anyone is following them, she'll start to panic all over again and that could absolutely be bad for the both of them. duri is a well oiled machine when she's calm and rational, when she can think straight. this is none of that, she's bound to make a mistake that could ruin the both of them.
so the silence is nice to allow her to gather her thoughts, and after a few moments, she feels like she's breathing somewhat normally again, and eventually, when he speaks up, she doesn't jump as badly as she thinks she might have before. though the sudden break in the silence is startling enough that she takes a moment before she says anything at all.
"his name is aleksander. my.. " she trails off for a moment, to think, before she shrugs her shoulders and sighs. ".. husband, i suppose, for lack of a better word. we met when i was a teenager. he was somewhere in his twenties. early twenties. already a speaker for the family, someone who spreads the word. i was deep into my training, focused so much that i didn't really notice him looking. i didn't really care if he was looking. i was one of the top trained fighters in the unit. when you're a child, in the family, they decide where you'll fit. your parents can encourage you toward a path, or they can allow the mother to decide. my parents wanted glory, so they didn't really let me feel things. because people who feel things aren't skilled assassins." she's rambling. it's been a long time since she rambled. her mouth closes for a moment while she tries to collect herself, her thoughts, and she shakes her head. "aleksander told the mother that i was his divine rite. i never had a say. his sister and i were in the same training course. she was always angry when i beat her and angry when she beat me and i wasn't upset about it. they believe they're the true inheritors of the earth. that anyone outside of the family is destined for misery. save souls and protect the holy people type bullshit. it's all quite convoluted."
Duri, for all intents and purposes, just breaking down left Matt stunned, to say the least. So much so that he just stood there, watching her, for several long moments. Once he finally got a hold of his limbs again, he took a step towards her and reached out, his hand hovering above her shoulder. But it never settled. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh and dropped his head. Perhaps it was best to simply pretend he hadn't seen it.
So he turned around, stubbornly staring at the doors of the elevator until Duri could pull herself back together. It did have a very profound effect, though: it made him realize that they seemed to be in some seriously deep shit. And every step they took from here on out would have to be carefully measured and calculated. They had to be strategic, and functionally invisible.
At the suggestion of leaving her here, he only offered her a sideway glance, before letting out a scoff. "Do you really think I'm that easy to get rid of?" The doors opened and Matt stood up straight, his hand coming up to rest on Duri's back, urging her along as they made their way to the room they'd been staying in. "You agreed to help me, now it's my turn to return the favor." Once inside the room, he closed the door behind them, locking it. "I mean it, Duri. I'm not letting them take you. We're in this together one way or another. I can't do what I'm determined to do without your help. And you—" He paused, shrugging his shoulders. "You deserve your freedom from whatever hellhole it is you've come from. I either make both happen, or none of it. Now let's pack our shit and go."
there's something surprisingly grounding about his hand against the small of her back, and she has to take a moment to really allow herself to feel it, not tense up immediately, and take a deep breath before she moves in the way that hand is guiding her. because some part of her wants to run the other way and leave him here, to lead her people away from him and away from this. she'd never admit out loud that she's worried, or that she cares about matt's wellbeing, but some part of her, though she's unsure how deep that part may be, feels like she would truly be devastated if something happened to him.
maybe, she tells herself, it's because she thinks that she would feel personally responsible for it. guilt would get her.
the moment they're in the room, she's already moving, grabbing things that are scattered about, shoving them into bags without caring really what goes where. her mind is moving as fast as her hands and her body. she doesn't even have time to make a snappy remark at him, to accuse him of caring, though the thought does cross her mind.
she finds one of her knives, and she looks at it for a moment before turning on him and carefully pressing it into his hand, handle first this time. "don't think, stab." is all she offers before she goes back to packing things, double and triple checking. maybe she'll feel safe if they can get away from this place and it doesn't feel like they're being followed.
once she's sure she has everything, she turns back to him again. "last chance to save your own ass and leave me behind. if you take me with you, i'm not giving you this chance again, no matter how much i piss you off in the future."
