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𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜'𝘙𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚 ... 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛

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an independent and selective ellie williams from naughty dog's THE LAST OF US PART I and PART II. game based, with little to no connection to the hbo adaption. A STUDY IN: the cycles of revenge, the end of the world, the art of survival, the power of grief, and the lasting impacts of love that remain when the source is long gone. blog contains themes of death, violence, loss, gore, + ptsd and its resounding effects. survived by leah.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 | 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

[avaetar]

hi friends sorry for disappearing for a couple weeks !! the end of the school year is kicking my ass BUT the last day is this thursday so activity will pick up then :D

[90svan]

❝   whaaaat, you're telling me nobody wanted a crystal ball to see into their future——   ❞ van's voice warps around the words like the almighty wizard from the wizard of oz; all ghostly and ghastly and brimming in dramatics, ❝   ——or .. great aunt judith's tea cup set from .. shit, 1927.   ❞ they read the dusty crevices of the inscription with a sort of mesmerized enchantment, tracing their index finger across one of the cups rim. how many abandoned places has she crossed paths with? well, gee, it's hard to keep count when everything is fucking abandoned for miles and miles. sometimes they got lucky and clocked a gold mine. but this place? it was better than a gold mine. just the type of thing that made van nostalgic for a life they couldn't even miss because all she's ever known is runners, clickers and stalkers oh my!

❝   dude!   ❞ they follow the sound of ellie's voice until her face appears in the illumination of her flashlight. immediately, van's expression contorts into one of horror. ❝   yep, that's nightmare fuel.   ❞ for all the shit that's crammed into these four walls it doesn't surprise her that ellie came straight to this. ❝   c'mon. no way that thing still works. ❞ (please don't fucking work) ❝   or if it does we're not gonna be the only ones here for much longer and i really, really don't want to see poor aunt judith's cups smashed to bits by a runner.   ❞ it's definitely not because van thinks they might actually shit their pants too.

[imunities]

she sighs, disappointment and rationality taking hold. today's gone so well, the last thing either of them need is a group of infected fucking everything up. this is a cute little shop and, these days, there's not many of them left. ❝ yeah, you're probably ri — ❞ ellie goes to set it back on the shelf when a loud scream suddenly tears from the toy and interrupts her. the hands mash together, creating a loud screeching noise as the cymbals bang fiercely into each other.

❝ what the fuck ! ❞ she shouts, dropping the toy to the ground and stomping her foot into it until the sound stops. the monkey's arms are left broken — smashed in odd directions — and the cymbals sit in broken pieces across the shop floor. ❝ aunt judith is gonna fucking kill us. ❞ ellie stands there, silently staring at the destruction with wide eyes, before she finally bursts out laughing. ❝ fuck — i think the crystal ball was the better option. at least that wouldn't scream at us. ❞ a frown tugs at her lips, ❝ i don't want this place destroyed. how 'bout we go up to the roof, pick off any infected that come running to the noise ? ❞

[ragedagainst]

" of course, i'm fuckin' coming with you, " jyn scoffs. as if that had even been a question. she hadn't known joel well but she does know ellie –– hell, she cares about the kid. there's no way that she'd let her go off on her own, especially when there's zero chance of convincing her not to go entirely. joel likely wouldn't approve of a revenge-driven mission in his name, especially not when his kid's in danger, but maybe she can help him rest a bit easier with her covering ellie's six. ellie's competent, and so is dina, but they're still both so young, not even twenty yet, and still lacking in combat experience that takes years in the field to develop. that sort of experience is something jyn has in spades.

" anyone ever tell you not to look a gift horse in the mouth ? " she adds wryly, ushering ellie into her house and shutting the door behind her. probably not the best idea to be plotting so vocally where just anyone can hear, especially considering that the town's de-facto leader hasn't granted her approval for this mission. better to keep things a bit more under wrap or else it's gonna make their escape a hell of a lot harder.

" you ever been to seattle, kid ? or dina, for that matter ? " she asks, purposefully keeping her voice calm and level. out of the two of them, one has to have a clear head –– and she has no intention of telling ellie to rein her anger back in. ( that's the main reason she's coming along –– to make sure ellie doesn't make any stupid mistakes out of grief. ) as she speaks, she pulls her to-go bag out from under her bed, methodically checking over the contents to make sure it's packed with the necessities. " i was there. . .shit, probably over a decade ago, now. came back down through california, then south through the desert. . . " she takes one of her small pistols, loads it, and sticks it into the waistline of her pants. " point is, i know the city. or i did, anyway. "

[imunities]

of course, jyn says, as if it were obvious. maybe it had been. maybe it should be. but ever since the lodge, the only thing ellie has been able to think about is that the one person who had proven they would never leave her or give up on her is gone forever. ellie doesn't know that she understands why joel did what he did. i wasn't worth it. the only thing that will bring clarity is blood.

❝ i don't care who hears. ❞ ellie admits coldly, ❝ no one can stop me from going, not even maria. ❞ even if maria told her that if she left, she wouldn't be welcomed back, ellie would still go. she can't imagine jackson without joel and she's not sure that she wants to. still, she follows jyn further inside, watching to see what she's taking. ellie doesn't want to forget anything, and she hasn't been on the road since she went back to the hospital.

she feels confident and she's not worried about reaching seattle, she knows she can survive it, but she doesn't want to leave behind anything that might make her life easier. ❝ no. ❞ she shakes her head, ❝ but i know qzs. they're usually the same. ❞ same gates, same fences, same problems. abandoned ones weren't too different from each other either. her brows raise in surprise, ❝ shit, seriously ? how much you think it's changed since ? any idea where a group of fucking assholes would hole up ? ❞

[0brighta-previously-deactivated]

THE FALLEN WISHING STAR . . . & the tale of the battle against the gods. ( original & independent. )

[imunities]

begging the universe to grant me the ability to draw in el's style 😔✊

[jacksonjoelmiller-deactivated20]

The hell were you thinking? Running off in the middle of the night like that. You talk to me. You don't just leave me a goddamn note—

[002shot-arch]

it hurts like hell to breathe. probably fucking pneumonia. the fever's long since set in and there sure isn't any hope for warmth with that. how many winters has she survived? an extra layer of socks. maybe a blanket. if she's lucky a sweater or two will cover it. nah, the cold is seeping right into her bones now, turning her body into a real winter fuckin' wonderland. but hold on, put on too many layers and she's clammy! there's no in between. hey, at least her head's stopped pounding for the last five minutes. little victories.

❝   yeah, i'm good. i'm good, ellie. joel—   ❞ she coughs. it splutters. tess raises a hand to wave it off. the last thing she needs is ellie focused on her, but what they do need is to sit tight here a little longer. guess it's real shit luck that they shouldn't stay in one place for too long .. all they are is sitting ducks. she knows this. knows that if joel was awake he'd probably be saying the same damn thing too. (c'mon, texas) if only she could summon the strength, if not for herself than for ellie, for joel. being useless isn't exactly an art and it's definitely not one tess is skilled at. she doesn't know how to just sit down and rest. pushing herself up from the cold, damp floor she edges her way slowly to peel the border by the window back just a bit. still clear.

❝   joel's the one we gotta worry about, alright. so, you tell me, you find anythin' out there? see anyone?   ❞ she uses the wall to press her back up against, takes a deep breath. ❝   maybe we didn't search 'em houses good enough.   ❞ tiny suburbia and there's not a single pill jar in sight? bullshit. it just means people have cleared the place out. hopefully people that aren't still around and coming back for more. ❝   there's gotta be somethin' somewhere.   ❞

¹ @imunities / ² the haunting of hill house ... i just wanted to make sure you were okay.

[imunities]

ellie's world shatters in pieces. first it had been joel, the thin pole sinking into his abdomen with a chant that has a repeating reverb : i need him, i need him, i need him. the only comfort has been tess. tess — who has always known what to do and how to do it. tess — who has watched out for and protected ellie since they left boston. tess — who has fallen ill and some days, looks as pale as joel. doe eyes widen with concern at the sound of her cough and ellie peels the scarf she wears away from her neck, wrapping it around tess instead.

❝ you should take this. i don't need it. i'm not even cold. ❞ the shiver that tears through her thin zip up tells a different story. i can handle a fucking breeze, ellie is quick to remind herself. i can't lose tess too. she looks over to the space on the floor where joel sleeps, his skin an ill shade of purple. she can't do this without him. she won't do this without him, not after they've come this far. ❝ he better fucking wake up. ❞

ellie peers out the window, head poking up as she scans the empty, open area. ❝ there were a couple people. i think they were hunters or something ? i'm not sure... i ... i took care of it. ❞ just like you taught me. the words die on her lips, left unsaid. ❝ i found some granola but ... no meds. i can go further later. there's this path, i think it leads to another neighborhood. i'll take callus, so you just stay here and rest. ❞ it terrifies her to leave alone, even if it's just hunting. but what choice does she have ? if she brings tess with her, she could die and her blood would be on ellie's hands. she puts on a brave face, ❝ i'll find something for you. and for joel. i swear. ❞

[gunpink]

the fork hits her nose with a light little thwack. it's really the clatter of metal against the table that pulls her from her haze, clears the cobwebs of her mind and lets her focus on ellie, whose mouth is twitching. isa's lips part with surprise, her brows pulling inward. she looks affronted. aforementioned fork lays teetering at the edge of the table. isa flicks it off. it's too loud in the cafeteria for the clatter to really make much noticeable noise. ❝ if i end up with a mark, consider your days numbered ! ❞ she huffs, but they both know it didn't hurt. nevertheless, she dramatically rubs at her nose.

the moment quiets, though, the second ellie's foot taps her own. the banter fades, drains from her throat. she sighs. isa's not surprised ellie noticed — ellie notices everything. she thinks it's a defense mechanism. ❝ it's really nothing, i just haven't — i can't sleep. ❞ the truth tumbles easily ; isa has nothing to hide. ❝ and mel keeps asking me to do stuff with her which is so nice, but i keep pushing it off because i'm just — i'm just tired. and i'm not usually tired ! you know why? because usually, i sleep ! ❞ a huff, here. ❝ i don't know what's wrong with me. ❞

[imunities]

❝ i think you'll survive. ❞ she blows out a low and long raspberry at the mention of her friend, the same mel who had been entirely unhelpful any time ellie had been looking for isa. she's so annoying. she doesn't wanna think about mel, every time that she does a thin crease forms between her eyebrows and it leaves her scowling and pissed off. her eyes scatter lightly, glancing away and instead picking up a baby tomato between her fingers. as her nails dig into the sides and the juice spills out, she frowns, what's going on with isa ?

❝ is it ... the bed ? is it too soft or something ? ❞ she pauses, remembers she's talking to isa, and pivots, ❝ too hard ? or are you ... ❞ ellie tosses the baby tomato into her mouth, using it as a way to buy herself time to figure out what to say. it doesn't help. ❝ um have you been having nightmares ? people say they can ... start up once you've settled down, since you aren't on high alert all the time anymore. ❞

[aintashes]

the walk to their destination is long, daryl can't refute that. things like this were easier when cars were readily available, but lately fuel has been more than a little difficult to come by. so they really have very little choice here— they have to walk, which means that something they normally considered to be nearby could be just around the corner, or it could be miles away.

no matter how far it is, getting there is a necessary challenge only made more difficult by dwelling on how long it's taking. he can't really blame her for saying so, but it definitely draws his attention to the tender spots forming on the bottoms of his feet. at least the early morning fog provides a nice layer of cool wetness to the air before the virginia sun heats up the asphalt.

‘ i'm the one who found it, ’ daryl assures her, resting his hands on the strap of his bow as it lays securely across his chest. he'd spotted it on a scouting trip with aaron not too long ago. in hindsight, he wishes they would have sent a team out to loot the place sooner— now that it's swarming with the dead, they have to be a lot more careful. but shit happens, and they have to make do with the situation at hand.

at the very least, he's sure no one else out there would try to loot it with a bunch of walkers roaming around; they'll have the place to themselves.

‘ s'just about another mile. twenty minutes. ’ he looks to ellie, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. ‘ think y'can handle that? ’

[imunities]

threats of competition and of doubt light a fire in ellie, she's been trying to prove herself since the outbreak — show that she doesn't need anyone to take care of her. the last thing she's ever wanted is to be a burden, especially not in the eyes of someone so capable.

ellie is confident she can watch her own back, she just wants everyone else to see that too.

she playfully flicks his arm, ❝ oh i can handle it. can you handle it, old man ? ❞ ellie shuffles, jogging quickly to move in front of him, ❝ what's that sound ? is that your knobby knees creaking and cracking ? ❞ she grins, smug, ❝ pick up the pace ! we can do a mile in way less than twenty minutes, you're seriously slowing me down here, dude. ❞ she spares a short glance at him before redirecting her gaze forward, carefully tracing the path in the road.

❝ how'd you find this place anyways ? it's pretty far out. ❞ a beat passes, silence hanging between them before ellie is interrupting it once more, ❝ we should find some horses. i bet i could tame a wild horse. it can't be that hard. ❞

[keepfight1n]

@imunities asked: ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜

it often felt as if he'd lived multiple lives before this one. there were chapters of his existence that he often wished he could redact. though it was all in the name of survival, the face of a girl with less freckles than the one asking the question was usually the one examining his choices in his dreams. speaking of it like a story as he was now almost seemed to be an exercise in perspective.

" it's pretty easy to make an enemy or two nowadays, " he begins. he's walking a dangerous line of perception that might be completely in his own control, but he still finds the words tangled on the tip of his tongue. HE HADN'T ALWAYS BEEN A MAN WORTH TRUSTING. of the few still standing that knew of the world before the outbreak, he was willing to bet that many of them hadn't kept their virtue in the fight to survive.

he just wasn't sure how much of that life he wanted ellie to know. he always seemed to give just a bit too much of himself away to easily retract.

" tess & i, we . . . well, we did business with a lot of people who shouldn't have been doin' business with anyone. " he wouldn't have guessed he would ever look back on smuggling fondly, but the mention of his partner did seem to brighten the memory. " deals weren't always honest. you win a fight with the wrong person, you've got a long line of fights headed your way. " he shrugs indifferently though the weight of those years still show in the lines of his face.

"hell, i'd probably still be in the same boat if . . . " if it hadn't been for you. joel would certainly be worse off in more than one way had it not been for her. " well, let's just say i'm glad it's behind me. "

[imunities]

ellie sits on the couch, a blanket draped atop her, her knees brought up so her feet rest flat atop the cushions. the television in joel's living room flickers, playing the title screen of a curtis & viper movie on mute. it has long lost her attention, the endless winding mystery of joel's past demanding her focus. she bristles at the mention of tess, waiting for him to say nothing further, but joel holds in the moment and ellie's shoulders fall, shifting a breath closer to him.

❝ we did a lot of that too, didn't we ? winning fights with the wrong people ? ❞ she traces her scar with two of her fingers, where the beginning of a tattooed fern has begun to bloom. were the fireflies the wrong people ? had they even fought them ? ellie pulls her gaze away slowly, ❝ how did you ... end up in that business ? smuggling things ? and ... y'know ... ❞ she points at herself, ❝ ... people. ❞

there's a million and one questions she has for him, all of it veering into a territory she knows all too well neither of them can linger in. she does not ask because she wishes to put him on trial, ellie simply wants to know how the man who stands before her today has come to be. she lifts her chin, looking over to him with soft eyes, warm with understanding. there is little he could say that would make her hate him, ellie thinks, and even less that might ever make her fear him. ❝ i'm glad too, joel. ❞

she reaches a hand out from beneath the blanket, playfully flicking his arm, ❝ y'know ... i had a pretty crazy past before we met. ❞ her head tilts to the side, her lips quirked in a mischievous grin, ❝ i stabbed this asshole with a compass once. ❞

[gunpink]

emmett has been dead for four days. isa keeps count, is already guilty thinking about the day she stops keeping count, when his death blends and melds into the background of this grotesque, grief - filled life. it'll happen, she knows, because she's already thinking about her dad less. she's already thinking about lydia less. one day soon, emmett will be a sad thought in her mind, a memory she'd like to tuck away. for now, though, it's been four days, and the weight of it sits heavy on their shoulders. 

ellie is  —  different, somehow. not in any specific way isa can place, but there's something a little more haunted to her eyes that isa thinks reflects in her own. when they look at each other, it is a mirrored grief. a shared sadness. we went through this together, isa wants to tell her. we have this, and each other. it's all we have right now. letmeinletmeinletmein. instead, she keeps quiet, keeps her eyes on the ceiling of the run down little daycare they're hiding out in for the night. the rain set them back, and the hotel they'd hoped to find just didn't pan out. 

the ceiling has glow in the dark stars. she wonders if ellie is looking at them.   ❝  are you asleep ?  ❞   @imunities asks, and it's so in time with her thoughts that for a moment isa thinks that she dreamed up ellie's voice, hallucinated it. when she turns her head, though, ellie's breathing is a little bit irregular. awake.   ❝  no. no, i'm not.  ❞   she can't sleep. isa sees emmett behind her eyelids, she sees therese. she cannot imagine what ellie must see. carefully, she scooches closer on the mat. isa is so careful not to touch ellie, not to spook her, to anger her, but she's close enough that their shoulders share heat. it's a nice comfort.   ❝  i keep looking at the glow in the dark stars. are they in any specific constellations ?  ❞

[imunities]

the daycare reminds ellie of home. of jj. of the little kids who would beg ellie to play with them at the jackson carnival. she dreams of being sixteen again — days where she would sneak joints behind the church and frantically shove mints into her mouth before she could get caught by maria. she studies the mural on the opposite wall, a large red cap mushroom, surrounded by pink and scarlet hearts. ellie rolls onto her back, her eyes wide open, searching the darkness for some direction.

the inside of her eyelids are tattooed with memories : joel's skull fractured and eye swollen, emmett's body slack against the tree, blood rushing over his dead, empty eyes, jesse face down on the theater floor, his mouth frozen mid-sentence. ellie can't remember the last time she's slept for more than an hour or two. the exhaustion presses in on her, threatening to rip more and more of her spirit. ellie feels isa's head move beside her, but she doesn't turn to look.

she shakes her head back and forth, and then, seeming to consider that isa might have her eyes closed, parts her lips. ❝ nope. ❞ she wraps her arms around her stomach, ❝ whoever put them up didn't give a shit about the real stars. ❞ ellie's eyes roam from one glow in the dark star to the next, searching for a non-existent pattern. ❝ you haven't been sleeping. it's been ... quiet. it's weird. ❞ ever since emmett things have been different — twisted wrong in a way ellie isn't sure she can fix. ❝ are you ... are you okay ? do you ... wanna talk about it ? ❞

[gunpink]

❝  ashamed ?  ❞   it is the first thing isa latches on to, even though there are plenty of other hurts. it's the first time she thinks she's ever heard ellie so candid, so blatant  —  her anger gives her some honesty, it seems. she's angry with isa. angry she's been avoiding her. there's guilt, there, coiled hot and curdling in isa's belly with some semblance of discomfort. she's been wanting to talk to ellie. she always wants to talk to ellie. but that thrum of betrayal, that weird feeling of i don't know where i belong with her was enough to make isa shy away from it. knowing all this, hearing ellie's ire, she thinks she would've done it differently if she could go back. but she can't, and neither can ellie.   ❝  i'm not  —  i'm not ashamed of you. ever. you're so  —  i think you're so good. and it has nothing to do with jj, either ! not really.  ❞   when ellie puts it like that, throws it in isa's face like she's being unreasonable, it makes frustration bubble in her gut, too.

❝  it's not like that. i'm not ashamed of you, i was just hurt. and just like you came back for me, i came here for you. we're both  —  ❞   isa doesn't know. she doesn't know what she's trying to say, for once. her arms fold over her belly, some semblance of a self - soothe.   ❝  you're making it sound  —  stupid. small. but it isn't, not to me, it hurt me. finding out you only told me pieces of things. it's not like you avoided everything, i know that, but you  —  it felt like you conveniently left stuff out. like it was purposeful. and maybe it was and that's fine, but that stings. i would've rather you just told me the truth, that you didn't want to share it. or that it was complicated. or anything.  ❞

her voice is quiet, much quieter than ellie's. she isn't fighting, she isn't, isa is just bleeding, instead. she bleeds here, belly up, neck bared for bite if ellie wants to go for the throat. isa doesn't know how to reciprocate. she doesn't want to go for the throat. she wants to touch, to soothe, instead. she'd reach for ellie if she could. she knows she can't. ( don't fucking touch me!  )   ❝  i shouldn't have ignored you.  ❞   she gives, her lower lip trembling.   ❝  i shouldn't have, and i'm sorry. i was hurt and being dumb about it. you didn't have to tell me anything. i know that. i just  —  we don't have to talk in circles about it, but i'm sorry. i'm sorry i hurt you.  ❞   isa mirrors ellie, here, leans against cold railing, her fingers folded, twisted together. the night is chilly. she feels unmoored, a little bit shattered. ellie feels lightyears away.   ❝  i do think about you.  ❞   quiet and sad.   ❝  you drop jj off at daycare. you get home from patrols around dinnertime. you hang out with jace. sometimes i see you with dina. wendy checks in on you a lot. if i'm up early enough, sometimes you're out and about through my window. i notice you all the time.  ❞

[imunities]

❝ obviously you don't ! ❞ the side of her hand hits the top of the wooden railing with a loud thunk, drilling her point in further, ❝ we were good, isa. really good. and then we got here and you stopped looking in my direction, basically telling me to fuck off and that you want nothing to do with me. i-if you thought i was good you ... you ... ❞ she huffs loudly, frustrated with her own tongue, ❝ you wouldn't have done that. ❞ it feels like it has everything to do with jj and dina. she knows it must be shocking, that the person jackson knows ellie williams to be is unrecognizable to the girl that stands here now, holding back tears outside of a dance. that who she is now is a different person from the girl who'd marched through endless miles with isa at her side.

ellie is a girl in motion, always changing, yet never moving forward. all she has are pieces to give. everything else has been carved away at, sealed behind an unbreakable wall. if the wall comes down, everything shatters. it keeps her breathing, it keeps her alive. without it, ellie looks out to peaks of the mountains and dreams of wasting away in the snow. it was cold when joel died. would a cold death deliver her to same place as him ? ❝ i didn't lie to you. ❞ her voice twists — breathy and angry, ❝ everything i told you was real. i did tell you the truth. don't fucking say that i lied. ❞

she holds her memories locked away in her chest, but some of them have seeped out into isa's hands. those weren't lies, and she's never promised isa that she told her everything. ❝ do you have any fucking clue that... that ... does anything that i told you even matter ? or is it — is none of it good enough for you ?! ❞ her bottom lip trembles and ellie tilts her head up once more, blinking in short bursts as isa speaks. only once her eyes are dry does she glance over, the whites of her eyes outlined in red. ❝ anyone i have ever fucking lo— ❞ the door to the dance opens and jace stumbles out, waving awkwardly as he walks briskly past them, having the sense not to say anything.

ellie licks her teeth thickly, head hanging down as she waits for him to exit earshot. ❝ i'm not like you, isa. i can't talk about things like you can. i wasn't trying to hurt you. ❞ would she even understand ? if ellie were to pour out all of her crimes, display her wrongdoings, would isa even want to stay ? ❝ dina and jj are a ... long story. a-and i ... i would like to try, ❞ her voice cracks, ❝ to start telling you it. ❞ ellie's breath hitches, ❝ i haven't stopped noticing you. i wish you would have told me earlier. ❞

[volchtsa-inactive]

you can be graceful; not like a ballerina, like a hedge of coral: built up and eaten and worn down, yet alive. carving the rhythm of the seas. you will thresh the mountains and crush them! and reduce the hills to chaff!

featuring: female muses from canon material and original lore. please read rules + info prior to interaction. 18+ only.

[imunities]

ellie grasps violently at the thick vines that protrude from the edge of the ruined sinkhole, her only lifeline to the road above; dina stands staring down at her, a hand raised above her eyes to block the rays of the sun. one wrong step and the street had caved in completely, sending her spiraling downwards and frantically throwing out her hands towards anything that might catch her. the vines creak under her weight, and she breathes out a quiet fuck. she glances down, if she slips, she's dropping into an empty void that's probably filled with infected that haven't seen the light of day for years.

❝ i'm okay ! ❞ ellie calls up, ❝ i'm not dead ... ❞ her voice drops low, ❝ yet. ❞ her legs dangle uselessly, swinging out as she drags herself up the vines with a grunt, her arms screaming in protest. ❝ just stay back ! i don't want you falling in ! ❞ just one hand in front of the other. she practically screams with relief when her hand slaps concrete and with one final pull, she heaves her body onto the street.

she stands first on her knees and then drags herself fully upright, panting for air, ❝ holy fuck. ❞

@redruins : ' that could have been worse. ' — dina

dina speaks and ellie laughs loudly, closing the gap between them and reaching out toward her, knocking dina's pinky finger with her own. ❝ yeah, no kidding. ❞ she grins, sparing a glance back at the gaping hole in the road, ❝ hey ... i looked pretty fucking cool catching myself like that, right ? ❞ her joy fades slightly and her eyes bounce forward, skimming the road ahead of them. ❝ we should be careful. the whole street could be unstable. you're good, right ? ❞

[ragedagainst]

# SGTERSO : the daughter of galen and lyra and saw, the angry fighter and the shattered prisoner and the friend. [ template ]

[mehrceditaaa]

time has changed the metaphor, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦. little girl, don't let them sell you any armor: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.