[dyscnic]

"Hey, O!" He did his best at trying to side step and avoid the people heading in the opposite direction of the halls as he spotted his best friend up ahead, his shoulders occasionally battering against others. Ophelia was the complete opposite of Mark, she was warm and kind, whilst she smiled at people he was behind her usually glaring but they had their power in common and it created and unlikely friendship, one Mark wouldn't give for the world. He had a tendency to check up on her a lot, a need to know that she was doing alright. It wasn't until he finally reached her, an amused smile tugged at his lips at the colour of her hair. "Is it too late to start calling you Pinkey now?"

(@fckoffhamlet)

[jakegyllenhaal]

[televisionsgifs-blog]

[surprisebitch]

this is sooo sweet <3

[denisvilleneuve]

[dyscnic]

thearowlett:

Another breath of air left Thea as the frustration from a hopeless search built up inside her. Another cursory glance proved meaningless. The voice of another occupant in the room startled her, as Thea had been so lost in her own search that she didn’t realize who might have been nearby. “Something important,” she replied tersely. Thea’s fingers reached out and grapes one of the first haphazardly arranged items and began putting them back into her bag, the heaviness of defeat weighing down her shoulders. She met the other room’s inhabitant’s gaze before softening her tone and continuing, “It’s a book, actually, an important one.”

His expression remained blank like it did most of the time, his lack of emotion wasn’t something he embraced but after losing his wife and daughter, the numbness was welcome as well as gallons of whiskey. He did however raise a brow at her answer, he didn’t think people deemed books important now a days. What good were they? Possibly for faith but he was sure a lot of people had lost that long ago, his self included. Ironic, considering the crucifix that hung on his chain alongside his daughters baby birthstone ring and his own platinum and gold wedding ring. “What’s so important about the book? Keeping track of days or something? Your diary? Survival guide?” His tone wasn’t quite mocking but it was close, intended more as a lighthearted attempt at joking rather than anything which held malice. He told himself he wasn’t going to help but before he could force himself back down he was already getting to his feet. “What does it look like, I’ll see if I can help find it.”

[galgadotssss-deactivated2016071]

[thearowlett-deactivated20170226]

“Oh shit,” Thea mumbled to herself as she rummaged through her worn backpack. She was in the midst of sorting out all of her old belongings now that she was finally somewhere safe, but the most important item to her was nowhere to be seen. Dissatisfied with the backpack’s current contents - or lack thereof- Thea pulled it upside down and all of her items became strewn on the ground. As she sifted through the mess on the floor, she let out a frustrated sigh. “Where the hell could it have gone?”

[dyscnic]

Once upon a time, Mark would have offered his help to search for whatever his fellow survivor had lost but nursing a wicked hangover he wasn’t sure if he had the power to get up from his chair, that and he couldn’t really find it in him to give a shit. Bloodshot eyes skirted over the scattered contents on the ground as he lifted the bottle of water to his lips, pausing momentarily as curiosity got the better of him. He still wasn’t sure he was going to help. “What’d you lose?”

[bruxabaiit]

[izkim]

[arrowverse]

[dyscnic]

He forgot what feeling like a real person again and after finding the black suit, he couldn’t help but try it on. There was a time were suits were the contents of his wardrobe, of course if his judgement on the colour coordination of his clothing wasn’t appealing his wife wasn’t long in the correcting it but he couldn’t go wrong with black. His eyes followed his reflection in the mirror, he almost looked like he used to, minus he beard he desperately needed to shave and the dark circles under his eyes. Adjusting the jacket, Mark didn’t turn around as he herd footsteps. “You ever miss getting all dressed up?”

[qeckosfuller]

[nalianova]

[dyscnic]

fckoffhamlet:

“And maybe you shouldn’t sneak up on people pops” Ophelia sassed with her eyes brows slowly raising before she just let out a laugh and ‘shh’ed the growling dog, stroking it’s messy coat. The thirty eight year old was happy to see her ( adoptive ) father standing in front of her and she could some of the emptiness that gripped her heart so tightly slipping away. It was easier to handle the pain when you had someone to talk to, lean on and her pops ( as cranky as he was ) was ALWAYS there. 

The redhead eighteen years ago might have knocked some teeth in if you had said she was going to be like this around Mark, but time would only have told what would have happened to the two of them and Ophelia was ever thankful for the man she called her father now. She just smiled at him and walked over, Barkvolio sticking close behind her as she moved. “It’s great to see you none the less.” 

Mark pursed his lips as he contemplated her comment about his sneaking, eventually deciding that arguing back wouldn't be wise. They had done plenty of that in the last eighteen years anyway. “Fair point.” He admitted despite still glaring at the black lab, playfully of course. He wasn’t here to annoy a dog, he was here for Ophelia. Mark coped with his own loss in all the WRONG ways and he wouldn’t let her do the same. 

“You too, kid. Now come here, don’t make me ask for a hug.” It didnt take long after the words left his mouth for Mark to pull her into a short but caring hug. He just liked to know she was safe, it put his mind at ease and made him SLIGHTLY less of an old grump. “How are you anyway?”

[fckoffhamlet]

The cold always got to Ophelia, she hated the way the world would freeze seemingly in a day but it did give her a reason to hide under to covers for longer and for that she kinda enjoyed it. That’s all the woman wanted to do today was hide in the comfy bed she had made for herself and cuddle with her dog, but the black lab needed to go outside ( and wouldn’t go anywhere without the redheaded 38 year old ). So slowly she pulled on clothing and with a mutter of “Come on girl” walked outside, watching Barkvolio run around happily in the cold air.

It ALMOST made her smile, it would have once upon a time when she was much younger and much more innocent about the world around her. Those days were as DEAD as the zombies though, so the only look on the her face was one of triedness at this point. Ophelia whistled for the dog to come when she heard footsteps crunch on the ground, her greenish eyes looking around rapidly for her weapon. “You needin’ something?” She muttered as her hand slipped through the fur of a now growling Barkvolio.

[dyscnic]

Mark remembered the times when it took a constant stream of alcohol in his bloodstream to get him through the day, it took almost five years to kick that habit but he would be lying if the redhead hadn’t helped along with Ada and others. Now, he was sober, albeit still in pain but not for himself more for Ophelia and Noah. He could remember how hopeful and full of life they had been but like everything now the world killed it. There was nothing more tragic than losing a child and Mark knew that all too well, he knew what she was going through and like most things, Ophelia was handling it better than he had.

He knew he didn’t have a duty to make sure she was alright. If you had told him eighteen years ago that Ophelia was the top of list of people he would do anything for, he would have laughed but now the redhead was his daughter and nothing could change that. At the growing from Barkvolio, he didn’t suppress an eye roll as he shot the black lab a playful glare. “You gotta get that dog to stop fuckin’ growling at me, kid.”

[natusexcinis]