; safe haven

haven carter | twenty-three | south "we all go a little crazy sometimes."

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Brooke looked across at Haven with a smile pulling at her lips, noticing that he already had his eyes on her. She took a moment to run her eyes over him before realising that she hadn’t been subtle about it and quickly turned away, laughing at herself. “You may have heard that line before but I promise that I’m not going to attack you or anything - definitely not in the way you expect anyway.” She told him with a grin, wondering how he may take her answer. The blonde turned her gaze out to the horizon as he did, trying to imagine how it would have looked before the infection when the city was at its best. She heard him speak quietly, only just hearing his voice in the silence but not his words. She looked across at him once more, watching him carefully. “What?”

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Haven smirked at her answer, and shook his head. If she meant what he thought she meant, that was just plain ole' inappropriate. "I don't care how you meant that, you're a dirty girl, Brooke," Haven said, shaking his head but with slight curiosity and some other emotion he couldn't even decipher himself. Haven snapped out of his small trance of looking out into the dirty sky, and looked over at her, and sighed, preparing to gather their things for and him, and get up, "Nothing -- we should probably head back, though." he dismissed.

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Brooke could feel his gaze burning into her as she kept her eyes focused on the grass, absently pulling at it. She bit her lips as she waited for him to say something in return and when he did she was more than surprised with his reply. The blonde laughed gently as he nudged her with his shoulder, the playful banter something new but pleasant to her but she wasn’t going to voice that to him. “You’re not an idiot,” she began slowly, watching him. “You just have trouble trusting people, which in this day and age makes sense.” She knew that it would take a lot for him to admit that he actually liked her considering she was a northerner. “I’m not like the rest of them, I’ve always disagreed with what goes on between our people.” She explained clearly, “If you’re going to be friends with any of us then I guess I’m a good place to start.”

[havcn]

Haven looked at the girl, maybe checking her out? He didn't know -- he knew she wasn't an ugly girl though, and she could definitely get it. But, are those really appropriate thoughts to have about a girl he'd literally just made some kind of amends with a second ago? Probably not. Haven is Haven, though. Haven chuckled at the line 'I'm not like the rest of them', "Oh I've heard that line, babe," Haven said, with humor to it, but there was seriousness to it. He had bad experiences with Northerners he's never really shared with others, and it sickens and saddens him to this day, and since then, he's always had a bad look on them. Maybe Brooke was different, but them collectively were a group of people with all the wrong morals. "I guess," he said simply, casting his gaze away from hers and looks out to the smoky horizon as the sun began to set, though the soot in the air seemed to make the scene so much less beautiful. "I don't want to go back," Haven said, but with how lowly and quietly he'd said it, you'd think he hadn't said anything at all. 

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Brooke sighed in relief as Haven reacted to her teasing in a positive way rather than storming off. She had this idea in her head that he was someone who could snap at any moment and then never speak to you again, so she had spent a long time walking on eggshells around him. The blonde found the rivalry between the groups to be ridiculous, she’d always hoped that there would be a time where everyone would figure that out - but she knew it would never happen. She nodded her head slowly as he admitted that he saw her as a different kind, pausing to look up at him. “That’s a shame, because I don’t see you like that.” She told him honestly with a small shrug of her shoulders. “Each to their own though, right?” She laughed, although she knew that it sounded half-hearted.

[havcn]

                       Haven kept his gaze on the blond , biting the inside of his cheek because he honestly didn't know what to say to her, or what to do. Her admitting that she didn't see him like that was honestly refreshing, though he didn't want to admit that to even himself -- let alone her. Haven didn't even laugh her crack a smile back at her words because this was a little more serious than she was willing to go about it like, "I know you're not a bad person , Brooke," he began, still beaming her with his whiskey-colored eyes as if his presence wasn't intimidating enough, "And I know I'm an asshole to you more than not, but I don't see you as a different kind. I like you -- oddly enough," Haven grinned, nudging her shoulder at his playful banter, "I'm just an idiot, and being friends with people -- especially with what history has told me about your people -- in this era? It's hard."

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The boy shoved his hands in his pockets and Leila tightened her grip on her gun. If he had nothing in his pockets she was sure it was meant to make her feel more secure but she knew she was never safe. He was not on her side which meant deep down he was a threat. “Let’s make this even more cliche, What are you doing here?” Leila asked. As far as she knew this was North territory, until the moved again she had every right to haul up in any one of these buildings. “This is north territory which means you’re not supposed to be here.”

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"You don't get to answer a question with a question, then expect me to answer yours, babe," Haven spoke, leaning his shoulder against the door -- making a 'shame on you' face with just the tiniest of grins as he crossed his arms over his chest. Haven shrugged at her statement, and then let out a gust of breath in fatigue. "Maybe I felt like getting shot today."

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Leila was about to throw her fourth knife when she heard a knock at the door. Startled she jumped slightly releasing the knife from her hand and sure enough hitting it right in the center of her target. “Shit.” She muttered her hand reaching for the gun strapped behind her back. She held it there not pulling it out but keeping it close for good measure. “It’s not nice to knock these days.” She said staring at him cautiously. Her sister and Felix had taught her not to trust strangers. Well they really taught her to run from them but there wasn’t really any place to run so she thought talking was the best option for now.

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Haven cocked a brow -- impressed she made one in the target out of impulse, and surprise. He nodded his head, "Nice shot," he said casually, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets to show that he wouldn't be harmful to her. Even if he was supposed to kill her -- which he probably should -- he didn't have the energy right now. Haven chuckled at her words -- he was in a weak mood. Everything seemed way more enjoyable than him swimming his dark thoughts right now. He definitely couldn't deal with that. "Strange I even know how to knock -- you're right," he spoke, taking the girl's appearance in. It's strange, he's seen more beautiful women the past couple of days than the expanse of his life. It's nuts. She kind of looked like him if he were honest. "The most cliche thing I can say next right now is 'What are you doing here?' so I'll go ahead anyway -- what are you doing here?" Haven asked, a small smile on his lips at his miniscule joke. 

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She moved her hair out of her face then looked up at him when he responded. She knew that he was sad and angry a lot so she wasn’t sure what to make of that answer. “Is that a good or bad thing?” You could tell by her voice that she was genuinely concerned about him. Even if they weren’t really on the best of terms at the moment she would always be there for him if he needed it. “I’ve been thinking about everything. It’s so much I don’t really know how to put it into words. That’s why I was out here. I was trying to figure it all out.”

[havcn]

Haven looked over to her again, his mouth slack, biting the inside of his cheek. Was that good? Has this always just been him? Was it normal? He couldn't tell you. He didn't know what normal was, and he was pretty sure it wasn't him -- but whatever. Who cares these days anyways. He looked down at the ground, watching his own feet for a second before he then focused on where they were going. "I don't know," Haven finally answered her question. "We've got time," Haven urged, with a small grin her way.

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She looked down at their hands and smiled slightly. Haven and Angelina could have been something good and she never really understood what went wrong and she’s always been afraid that it was all her fault so she never asked. She eventually just tried to convince herself that this was how it was supposed to be, this was what was best but there was always a hundred unanswered ‘what if’ questions in the back of her head. She shrugged her shoulders at his question. She didn’t really know how she was holding up there were days where she was fine and there were days like today where he mind was running a mile a minute and she couldn’t control her thoughts. “I’m okay I guess. I’ve been thinking a whole lot but I think I’m okay. How have you been holding up?”

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Haven looked over his shoulder at her, wanting to catch glimpses of her reactions and expressions, but if he didn't stop staring he'd trip and fall or some shit. She's just so beautiful to him. Even in complete and utter perish -- how is it that she's still so beautiful? He'll never understand that. Haven sighed, loosening his grip even more so she's able to walk side by side next to him. "Im just... the same as always," he replied, and that answer wasn't necessarily good either because Haven is corrupted and sad -- and angry, and suicidal. So yeah, being 'the same as always' isn't ideal. "What've you been thinking about?"

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