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selective / low activity Louis from The Walking Dead Game: The Last Season. *written by Lizzy.

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“I want to kiss all of the freckles on your cute face.”

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     Surprise comes across his freckled visage – brown eyes widening and lips parting. His stomach feels like it’s fluttering, and his heart starts to beat so loudly he swears she could hear it. ( It feels like his heart is stuck in his throat. ) He’s aware by this point he’s staring at her wordlessly for once. It’s not often he’s without words, always full of them, but she continues to make him speechless some days. ( Say something, idiot! ) He clears his throat, hand darting up to his mouth briefly in between it. For all his fake confidence she sees through – like she really sees him.

     “    Well, then,    ”   he starts as he straightens up a bit in stance, his hands coming to grab at the lapels of his coat. A boyish smile comes across his lips, freckled cheeks turning a little rosy in color with her boldness.    “   I aim to please. I probably wouldn’t stop you if you did it.    ”     ‘Probably.’ Hah. It’s a guarantee he wouldn’t. He’s trying to be a little cool though – doesn’t want to look like a nervous idiot in front of her. He’s spent so much time teasing and throwing little flirtations at her but they’ve never really crossed that line – that line he doesn’t dare to cross fully himself, too worried about possible rejection. ( He’s so sure he doesn’t have a chance. )

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@puzzlepcice

      “    I think it’s a good time for a round of cards. Just us two. What do you say? 50/50 chance of winning? Pretty good odds.   ”    The playing cards are shuffled in his hands with ease. His lips curve up a bit at the corner, one dark brow raising and the other lowering -- a trademark expression of his. Is he just trying to find an excuse to learn more about her? Most definitely. It’s not often things are calm, that they aren’t busy organizing or scouting around for supplies. But, sometimes, some nights things are almost peaceful -- as peaceful as it can be with the ever present disastrous world they’re stuck in.

        Louis is trying to be optimistic as always, even when it’s really hard.  Some days passing all the graves in the yard are enough to make his chest so, so heavy. 

       “   I promise to be completely honest in my questions.    ”   Though, he’s an awful liar anyways. He’s too open in his facial expressions -- his heart on his sleeve though he tries to hide the negative parts of him.

[ddaenghoney]

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“I’ll protect you.”

“You always duck away when you smile.”

“Like I expected, you’re much comfier than my pillow.”

“I’m nervous too.”

“Do you like it?”

“Let me hug you.”

“Piggy back ride?”

“I want to kiss all of the freckles on your cute face.”

“Can you keep holding my hand, please?”

“Wait, the tears are good tears?”

“I think you look cuter with me.”

“I won’t forget this moment.”

“This is where we first met isn’t it?”

“I’ve always wanted to thank you, but was never sure how.”

“If you’re happy then okay.”

“Let’s share.”

“It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Everything ends up being about you somehow.”

“It tastes like…. You tried…. I’ll eat it. It’s a good attempt. Really.”

“Why are you hiding against me like this?”

“I heard you weren’t having that great of a day… These are your favorite candies, right?”

“Ah, the puppy dog face. Check mate, huh?”

“Quit poking my sides; you know I’m ticklish!”

“Your hair is sticking out everywhere. Cute.” 

“Wait, let me get a picture of you there.”

“If you need my shoulder, or my hand, or a hug-”

“Kiss me again.”

“I’m sorry, but it was too funny for me to intervene.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think, I just care about what you think.”

“You can ask me as much as you want, I’ll say I love you each time.”

“I’m glad you were here with me.” 

“That trip looked hilarious– but also kinda painful; you okay?”

“I called you because I can’t fall asleep.”

“I let you win.”

“You look good in it.”

“Don’t look away from me.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m just practicing my pout.”

“I just want to hug you.”

“You’ve kissed me like fifty times today.”

“You love me.”

“Can we be alone for a bit?”

“The stars wish they were as bright as you.”

“You make me cliche, but I love it I guess.”

“I’d feel better if you kissed me.”

“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”

“You’re my favorite.”

“You want to take another selfie?”

“I’d let you if you asked.”

“Since it’s you, I’m gonna let it go.”

“My only regret is not telling you I loved you sooner.”

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we-are-strcng‌ .

A soft sigh escaped the teen, the sound of pain.

Not for herself, but for the man before her

“Louis…” She started, taking in a long breath mostly to give herself more time to think. Hearing him talk that way about himself hurt, behind all of those flirting words and jokes was a broken man. And Clementine feared she wouldn’t be able to help him heal from this deep-seeded self hate.

But she had to try…

“You do more for this place than you think.” An artist with words she was not, though dammit she had to say something. Clementine had seen Louis in a fight with walkers before, he was as brave as any of them. Not to mention how he could get a smile out of everyone there, no matter what was going on.

She hesitatingly rested a hand on top of his, wanting to show him that she was there for him. And nothing would ever change that, “You can talk to me if you need to.” She would listen to anything he had to say, as no one knew the dangers of one’s mind better than her.

Maybe, the self-blame is what gets him the most. Especially after what happened to Marlon. ( He had been like a brother to him but now. . . it’s too late to think about it. ) Violet had been right in saying he’s always burying his head in the sand. He hates it, but he doesn’t know how much more he can do. All he can do is try, probably, and keep trying, and hope it’s enough.

His dark brows furrow a bit, looking a little distraught. It’s a side of him he doesn’t show much -- a crack in his polished confidence, a step down from his overly sunny demeanor. His gaze flickers down to the ivory keys, don’t dart up until he feels the brush and warmth of Clementine’s own hand on his own. His heart jump-starts in his chest, picking up pace as he lets his brown gaze come up to meet her own pretty golden ones. ( She could honestly shame the sunset with the hue of her eyes alone. )

Louis swallows, adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Slowly he lets his hand upturn so that their palms are touching, letting his fingers fill in the spaces between her own. Like perfect puzzle pieces.  She didn’t stop listening, not like everyone else. She’s listening still.

“    Thanks. .  ”    His voice sounds considerably softer than usual. Grateful.  If she believes in him then. . . he has to start believing in himself too. His gaze flickers down to their joined hands, fiddles with his fingers in between hers. He realizes he hasn’t. . . actually responded to her confession. ( I like you. . . ) There’s a touch of shyness in his actions. 

“   I. . . like you, too, by the way.   ”   There’s a light flush that comes across his freckled cheeks then.    “   I just didn’t think you’d ever think of me that way. You know, because you’re, well, you, and I’m just me, and I should probably just shut up now huh?   ”    he rambles off into a nervous chuckle.

[memesforthesoul]

I can fake a smile I can force a laugh I can dance and play the part

[zevrans-archive]

Louis: Oh, no. I am not involved.<..> I like you Clem, but I… Not me. I’m sorry. You’re, uh, on your own. Sorry.

[kill-me-clem]

Louis: I got up at five this morning so I could put spiders in Aasim’s bed.

Violet: I wish I could care about something as much as you care about ruining that nerd’s life.

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@s9-23

“    Ever wonder how bears catch fish so easily? With just their paws? And yet we’re struggling here with damn spears.   ”    His voice is full of humor as he fiddles with the sharpened spear in his hands. Rosie makes it look easy, but Louis has never been one good with sports -- wait, is finishing even considered sports? Probably not. Athleticism? Yeah, he sucks at that too. Anything dealing with the arts has always been easier for him.

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plannedahead‌ .

          Eyes roll in an instinctual reaction, his attention drawn away from the fireplace in which he’s trying to light long enough to shoot Louis a pointedly unamused look over his shoulder. “Oh, shut up,” he scoffs, mouth upturning and head shaking. It’s the exact same reaction every single time the particular subject of his history is brought up - or rather, in this case at least, poked fun at. He’s all too inclined to SUBTLY tease him back, though his tone remains mostly humorless. “Remind me again why we haven’t burned that stupid thing yet. Not like we couldn’t use the extra resources.”

           Aha! Just the reaction Louis expected. He doesn’t shut up though not that any of them expect any different from him. ( He just talks and talks. ) His form leans against the piano, elbows resting on it in a casual stance at ease. He tuts, wags an index finger back and forth in an exaggerated manner.    “   Pffsh. You know you all would miss my musical talents if we burned it.   ”   His voice has a playful lightness to it as his dark gaze flickers over to watch Aasim.  “  Plus, it’s a waste. You could learn a thing or two about music. Might help your lack of romantic charm.  ”    As if Louis has better luck with romance. ( He doesn’t. ) But -- he’s a romantic at heart.

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prctecthem‌ . 

            at first, James worried that Louis might have changed his mind and could feel the way his heart started to pick up pace in his chest. almost fast enough that it actually physically hurt to feel it beating. he swallowed thickly, running his teeth over his bottom lip once more, awaiting any sign that he should back away again. widen the distance between the two of them once more. retreat to his corner and keep to himself, as he was so used to doing.             but then, much to his surprise { and relief, let’s be honest }, Louis responded by reaching up to take James’ hands in his own.             the physical contact felt like a shock that rushed up his spine, his natural instinct flaring up to tell him to back away. James hadn’t allowed himself to get close to people again after Charlie and the Whisperers. he had grown so accustomed to being on his own. to keeping to himself. in his own little bubble. his walls were always up, protecting him. defending him. to let someone else in was a challenge he wasn’t sure he could handle.                         he wanted to panic.

                                    『 ❝ uhm… right… just… leave it there… ❞ 』

            he felt himself fidget a little as he settled his hand on Louis’ shoulder. the other was a little bit taller than he was, which, he supposed, was a bit of an advantage… but for which one of them? he wasn’t sure. regardless, he set his hand in place and turned his attention to the hand that still grasped one of his own in it.                         he’d never danced a waltz before.

                                    『 ❝ …sorry if I… mess up a little… but lead on. ❞ 』

The air of hesitation is palpable. Louis tries to be as delicate as he can as if he expects the other to bolt at any minute. ( And, maybe, he does -- he’s so used to expecting rejection at any given minute. ) He can hear the distant voice in his head from his dance instructor -- blurry and fuzzy from memory. Memories are fickle things he’s noticed, he can barely remember his parents’s own laugh nowadays as sad as that is.

His gaze darts down to their feet, taking note of their stance.  “   Don’t worry about that, it’s all practice. I was pretty shitty at it at first anyways.   ”   He had been a petulant child, wanting to be the best at everything immediately. His parents’s often disapproval of any failure hadn’t helped.   “  You’re stiff, might wanna loosen up a bit,   ”   he points out in a light voice. 

Louis’s own shoulders drop and relax. He inhales and exhales before straightening his posture. Like a performer. His gaze darts back up to meet James’s.   “   Alright, listen to the beat of the song. Try to match that tempo. I’ll start to the right and left. Think one, two, one, two.   ”

He takes the first step, leads easily enough with finesse, motions for James to follow the same movements. Despite the initial nervousness in the beginning Louis looks relaxed all of a sudden -- in his element. Music’s always had that power. 

“   So,  ”   he starts, because he always has to talk.    “  How are you feeling about us? As a group? I know you were hesitant to join us in the beginning.   ”

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agirlinhell‌  .

“Maybe I was - a wanderess who belonged to no city or to no man.” Her voice is as smooth as honey as she laughs softly. In truth, she wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. She’d liked that idea. Epona crooks her head under Louis’ touch and snorts, bumping her head affectionately against his hand - a clear sign that she liked him. Her hands scratched at her mare’s mane, smiling softly as the horse lashed her tail in approval.

Her golden eyes flickered from her mare to look down at him fondly. She’d liked the height difference. Now she wouldn’t have to feel like a dwarf in the presence of a giant. A smirk graces her lips at this. “Yes. That would be best. A few weeks may have passed, but there could be walkers or some stray survivors of the Delta. We can’t let any of our enemies live.” She affirms, noting his baseball bat. Surely he wasn’t planning on going alone?

“I’ll go with you to back you up… I need a change of scenery, anyway.”

@almostskylight

A laugh escapes her lips, and he feels himself perk up noticeably -- feels a glow of warmth across his chest. She doesn’t smile or laugh enough though most of them don’t.  He does though but a lot of time when no one is around he finally drops the smiles -- the laughs -- and is left with the regret. His lips spread into a warm smile as he meets her own gaze, lets his own dark gaze flicker to take in her facial features. The glow of her eyes reminds him of the sun, radiant and captivating. He feels the horse bump into his hand, and he draws his gaze away then, smile having a touch of boyish shyness as he’s realized he’s caught in his lingering stare. His hand rubs at it once more before dropping back to his side. Her words sink in.

“    Right.    ”    His brow furrows a bit, lips pursing. Killing people. Like real people not walkers. The idea still is something he’s struggling with, still deals with the memory of his first kill that sometimes makes him wake up in a cold sweat. 

His gaze draws back to Clementine, the pensiveness slipping away from his freckled features.   “   Okay, cool.    ”     The light smile he flashes her then is hopeful.   “   Worried about me going off alone?   ”

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@zombeam​

The chips in the bag are stale which is to be expected, so he’s just going to have to use his imagination to think of something better to distract himself from the awful taste in his mouth now. Ugh. Dark brown eyes flicker down to the bag as he rests his arm on his bent leg. He regards her shortly after, canting his head to the side curiously. Louis likes conversation a lot more than just sitting and eating in silence.   “   Hey, so, what’s one food you miss the most?   ” 

[miyku]

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@dirtandguts   /     pressed the music key !    ♫

“     Oh. You do that thing too.   ”    He points out, waving up a hand in the air in emphasis as he talks.    “    The kick to the knee and then stab in head combo. I thought I knew only one girl that actually did that.   ”   And, yeah, maybe he pays too much attention enough to notice Clementine does it too. It’s effective. Smart. More than anything he could manage. ( Which is too showy. )

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* prctecthem‌ .

            James liked Louis, he really did. in fact, Louis was probably one of the only people he really liked at the school. at least so far. Louis was different from the others. kind and genuinely caring. and he was funny. there were very few people like Louis left in the world, but the fact that Louis existed at all cave James some semblance of hope for the rest of the world.             but dancing? much as he liked Louis and his company, that was not something he expected. especially considering Louis wanted to dance with him. but, no matter how much James wanted to say no, he… couldn’t. the smile on Louis face was just something he couldn’t exactly say no to.                         besides, Louis looked and sounded just as awkward as James felt.

            maybe it couldn’t hurt. maybe he could indulge the other a little. the whole reason James was even at the school was because he was trying to fit in with a group again, right? so what harm could dancing with Louis really do { aside from the obvious embarrassment that could come with him messing up } in the long run?

                                    『 ❝ you want to lead? ❞ 』

            he paused, averted his gaze for a moment, weighing his options, the pros and cons, before his attention returned to the other and he moved from where he was sitting. he stopped in front of Louis, bit down lightly on his lip, before giving a small, barely noticeable nod of his head.

                                    『 ❝ …okay. ❞ 』

Louis anticipates more hesitation, doesn’t think James is going to take him serious. ( Hell, who does take him serious, he barely takes himself serious sometimes. ) And, he’s prepared to laugh it off, brush off any awkwardness. So, when the other repeats back his words in a question, he’s so sure what to expect. Especially since James isn’t looking at him. Damn. How awkward did he just make things? That hadn’t been his intention at all. He had just wanted a chance to talk to James more in a light setting. Something normal. Sometimes it’s nice to pretend for a minute or two that things aren’t the way they are. That their world hasn’t gone to hell and every adult has abandoned them along the way. 

His lips part then, so ready to crack another joke -- something light with traces of polished confidence he deep down lacks. But by then James has moved from where he’s sitting to stop in front of him, and Louis feels his words get stuck in his throat. He’s sure he blinks once, twice, in a mixture of open bewilderment and confusion as he lets his dark gaze flicker over the other’s facial features. ( He’s agreeing?? . . wait, close your mouth dumbass. )

Louis tries to regain himself.   “    Oh. Wow, didn’t think you’d actually agree to that so -- uh.   ”   His throat is feels a little dry as he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He grins a little sheepishly -- boyishly so, and draws his hands up, reaching over to grab James’s hands in his grasp. He knows the placements without much thought.

“   So,  keep this hand here -- ”   his hand urges one of James’s hand onto his shoulder.   “   And this one we hold here.   ”   His free hand holds onto James’s in his grasp while the other goes to rest on his lower back.   “   For a waltz it’s like a slow side-step, more like a gentle sway. Trust me, it’s easier than it sounds.   ”

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