offline; i need sleep like hella & with any luck i will be 100 percent better tomorrow can i get a hell yeah
[ Hearing her apology, Carl nods, a soft smile coming to his face.
It’s okay, it says without having him say it. Even if pretending isn’t
something he does a whole lot of he won’t tell her she can’t.
Because she can, and if it helps her get better, if it helps her survive
then she can pretend all she wants. He just…wants her to understand
that one day it won’t be pretend that it will be walkers all around her
and she’ll have to fight. Whether she’s ready or not. The world won’t
wait until she’s ready; it didn’t for him. ]
”You see any cows around here?”
[ He notes with a smirk, playfully chiding her for her want of burgers.
Though he misses them too, he misses a lot of things he didn’t think
he would. Like school, and burgers, especially the ones down at the
cafe back home. The little things he didn’t notice until they were gone.
He didn’t even want to get into the people he misses. Shaking his head,
he starts the ascent back up to the prison proper, looking back at the
shooting trainee. ]
”I mean, we could probably make burgers out of a deer—
but it’s not a real good use of the meat. Still, I could go
for one. Or some pizza.”
[ Smiles were a blessed rarity within the precious seconds
of their own lives. There had been nothing to hope for &
without that divine anchor they would become dangers to
themselves. & here she will remember those crumbling
into mere echoes of what had once stood in their place.
Indeed her death will chase after her through as she runs.
It will seek to consume her & she is powerless to outrun it.
She’s been birthed into it from the same womb that housed
everyone else who had suffered through SURVIVAL ]
❝——- Ah. Can’t really find
them anywhere, can we?
There used to be loads
back home. My dad used
to say we’d get one. ‘cept
we only lived in this little flat. ❞
[ Indeed dark had become darker ; silence would grow
deafening & she would take any chance at a glimpse
of humour & merriment to mirror it. It will bleed beyond
tranquil facade & a compassion driven stance. She
would allow herself happiness just for once ]
❝I’d fancy a nice cup of tea.❞
❝ … ———- ! ❞
you are so ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ
and ⊰ ǫυıεт ⊱—
i forget you are
❝Well, now, see … that’s a little bit
⊰ A; because he doesn’t know how to fix it,
and B; because he doesn’t know how to fix it.
Admittedly, they’re the same flaw, but it’s such a
big one that it definitely needs mentioning twice.
He did try, though (and it probably made it worse.) ⊱
[ & here tempered hope will shatter ; indeed
such a pitiful thing had already been corrupt
from the very second she’d confronted him.
Yet it will make no difference to the equilibrium
of wretched temper & weary fatigue aimed
toward the ancient CHILD. Bones will ache
& shudder beneath the desperate urge for
normalcy —— if only for one blessed second ]
❝What does it matter if it’s
difficult? You’re clever ;
really clever. You figure it out.❞
“So, I have to make fish and chips
tonight? Just for myself?
…Sure, alright just—be safe, alright?”
❝Sorry. You’ll be okay, I’d
bet ; it’s better than me
burning dinner again.
—— Fine, yeah. You
too. Don’t burn yourself.❞
[ She will shudder beneath his words ; the very same that will
attempt to command her as she draws herself further away.
How frightened she is of breaking the rules even when they
are ones of her own disgraced creation. She is a curious
little creature : one who died out of love & yet now she will
deny herself it. How CORRUPT her heart must be ]
❝ … —- No ; just. Shut up.
You don’t know what
you’re talking about.❞