• The Crooked Cat •

ind. sel. pri. elizabeth 3rd from mystic messenger

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psst*

my blogs have all merged into one. they’re now an agglomeration of sad muses for the masses to enjoy. i have no regrets.

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do u still exist or...

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ooc; welp, here’s the thing aight, this blog has been around for over a year and I guess that’s the longest I’ve kept a blog going, sparce though my activity may be due to real life being hectic for me at the moment. Change is good, but it’s also exhausting.

And not part of my point.

My point is I’ve been around for a long time and although I’m in love with all my muses and my threads with my partner, my inactivity and lack of capacity to keep more than one [1] partner interested really hinders my creative juices. If the threads I have going with my main verse partner weren’t so diverse and if she wasn’t as brilliant and amazing as she is, I would have grown tired of my muses long, long ago.

I currently have four blogs and one regular partner to write with, and having all my muses so scattered when the threads are so scarce is really taking a huge toll on me, especially now that I have a new, more demanding job.

What I’m thinking about doing is, as messy as I think multi muse blogs are (for me, that is. I’m a messy gal, you dont wanna look at my bedroom right now — but I digress) it would be much more practical to shove all my muses into one and go from there. That would also make it a little easier to test out new muses that might pop up every now and then to see if they work or nah.

Mind this is not yet decided because setting up a new blog takes #effort and I’m Lazy™ but at least there’s the heads up. If you care. If you don’t then… Thanks for reading but why do you do this to yourself? Go drink some water and take care of yourself friend.

….kbai

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Hyun:

Elizabeth was speaking so quickly and with so much intent that Hyun could hardly keep up as they trekked the path back towards the castle. Their fun outing had taken a turn towards something far different before he was even aware of it, a revelation which made his head spin. While he was fully aware that certain magical texts held the keys to great power, the notion that a single book alone might possess something so dangerous that Elizabeth was frightened to keep it made him more than simply uneasy. Hyun allowed Elizabeth to pull him along, their palms still pressed close yet he felt rather far away. “Why would anyone even bother hiding it at all? It just looks like a regular book, so I don’t see why they’d think that was necessary.” Whereas Elizabeth’s fascination with the tome was growing, he found his withering away — in fact, he wanted to snatch it from Elizabeth’s hands and throw it as far away from them as possible. Perhaps the book was working its own sort of power over him much as it was Elizabeth, but he wanted it gone from the Ravenclaw’s hands. Never had Hyun been faced with the reality of wanting to protect someone as much as he did Elizabeth right at that moment. “Maybe we should just try to destroy it. I mean, I doubt we’d be able to if it’s as important as you think it is, but if it’s that dangerous, I don’t know if it should be allowed here at all.” He felt stupid as soon as he suggested it. After all, Elizabeth was far more intelligent than he was and if it hadn’t been mentioned thus far, then it likely wasn’t a viable option. Regardless, Hyun couldn’t shake the sensation of something off crawling its way along his arms.

When Elizabeth’s tone shifted, he stopped dead in his tracks. Elizabeth looked like a teacher scolding him. Hyun was forced to bite back a grin at the sight, though he sobered slightly at Elizabeth’s words. “I didn’t mean it like that, you know? It’s just that school’s so important to you.” He only cared for two aspects of his current position in academia at all: Quidditch and the opportunity to play on the piano and sing without being screamed at by his parents. Then, he allowed a shrug of his shoulders. “You didn’t ruin our day. I got to spend time with you and piss Jumin off, so it’s a win, really.” Of course, Hyun’s mind flashed bitterly back to the moment when Elizabeth’s interest had changed from him to the textbook sticking out of the shelf. What a joke, being jealous of a book — to wish that he could be half as fascinating or enrapturing. It made him furious with himself. “I just wanted you to have fun. As long as you did, then it was a good day.” To offset any chance that his emotions might have whittled their way to the surface, Hyun tugged teasingly on the end of Elizabeth’s blond braid. “But if you keep talking shit like that, you’re going to wound me. I want to help you.” He tilted his head. “I doubt I’ll be any good at what you’re doing, but I can protect you, okay? If that book ends up being trouble for you, I’ll keep you safe.” His hand drew upwards to brush loose strands of hair behind Elizabeth’s ear. “Maybe I should keep it with me. You know I’m not going to try and mess with it.” His housemates might be rather suspicious if Hyun began lugging a book around everywhere, but he could easily hide it in his robes or a bag. A grin working its way back across his lips once more, he continued, “I’m going to be your knight in shining armor, Elizabeth.”

Eyebrows lifting as Elizabeth’s fingers curled about the collar of his jacket, he nodded. “Bring it with you to the music room tonight, then. We can work on it in there.” Still, heat rose along the bridge of Hyun’s nose despite his best efforts. “I’m glad you liked listening to me play. I haven’t played for someone else in a long time.” Many years had passed since he had last attempted to play for his mother, and though he joined music classes at Hogwarts whenever he was able, it rarely lent itself to performing for others. Quidditch was a hobby, a fun diversion — music and singing were his passions. However, Hyun wasn’t about to let himself slip in self-reflection with Elizabeth at the moment ( the last time he did that, he ended up losing to a damn book ). Any true opportunity for it was lost, either way, as Elizabeth gifted him another kiss and turned back towards the castle. Startled, his face grew warm despite the chill air around them. “H — Hey! You can’t just do that without any warning to a guy!” With long strides, Hyun caught up with Elizabeth on the pathway. “It makes you want to do something about it. Something like this.” Catching Elizabeth’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, he briefly pressed his lips to the tip of the other boy’s nose, pink from the winter freeze. Then, he shoved his hands deeps into the pockets of his coat and picked up the pace. “We can meet a little after midnight. Don’t be late!”

When had things become so tangled up? Elizabeth was thankful for the biting cold of the snow, a sobering, grounding element in a sudden sea of turmoil. He was feeling suddenly exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. He wanted to go back to the shop, put the book in its shelf and go back to the castle and never think of it again, but every time he thought about parting with his chest ached. Whether it was his natural curiosity and desire to learn as much about everything as possible, or if it was the book’s magic working on him he could not tell, but he could always worry about that later. For now he just wanted to enjoy his remaining time with Hyun. What he needed to do was to push any thought of the book away from his mind. He needed to talk to one of the Professors about it, too, tell what he did and pass on the responsibility to someone who actually knew what they were doing. Today, however, was not a day to try to figure out any of it. Today was about having a good time with a very good friend.

Shaking his head, he pushed all thoughts away and focused instead on the boy standing before him. His lips fell agape when Hyun started protesting about the kiss, his chest tightening with the feeling that he had done something wrong, unforgivable. The apology had been forming on the tip of his tongue, words ready to tumble out, when Hyun closed the distance between them again. His eyes went wide as saucers, lips parting as a tiny gasp escaped them. Hyun’s hands were warm as they touched him and he nearly purred at the attention. His cheeks coloured a bright red, spreading all the way up to the tips of his ears. For a brief second, as Hyun leaned in, Elizabeth genuinely thought he was going to kiss him - properly kiss him on the lips. And he was terrified to notice how okay he was with that, how hard his heart had begun to beat inside it’s little bone cage. Elizabeth swallowed the dry lump in his throat, words deserting him altogether as soft warm lips pressed against the red tip of his nose. His knees felt weak all of a sudden. “Hyun...” he breathed, the word not louder than a sigh. Elizabeth wanted to reach out, to ask Hyun to stay, to not leave him like that, to tell him why he did something like that. Then in the back of his mind he reminded himself that whether Hyun liked it or not he was one of the most popular kids in Hogwarts, not only for his looks, but also for his talents in the quidditch pitch. Elizabeth knew better than to overthink. He was a guy after all, despite what his name might suggest. “I’ll- I’ll, um... I’ll see you then...”

The Ravenclaw tower was quiet. The excitement of a Hogsmeade day wearing students out of their energy, beckoning them to bed earlier than usual. Elizabeth remained seated by the fireplace, the flames flickering on the yellow pages of his book - a story book about a grey wizard and dwarves that set off on an adventure to take back their home from a greedy dragon. The copy was old and well-loved, but still, Elizabeth flipped the pages in silence, waiting for the time to pass. The clock struck the half-hour and he looked up, closing the book. He’d never tried to sneak out so late. Of course he’d been up late when working on school assignments, often sneaking out to the library to finish extra-credit work. But that was different. This? This was new, exciting. And it could go so so wrong if they were found out. Elizabeth stood up on his feet and closed his eyes, focusing hard on the magic coursing through his veins. Slowly he felt his body heating up, his limbs morphing, shrinking, white fur now coating what once had been pale skin. Once it was over he shook himself, his coat tickling his small pink nose. This Animagus deal had been something he’d been able to keep secret since he learned how to do it, and the fact that Hyun would possibly be the very first to know about it was unsettling. But if he wanted to meet with him, he’d want to do it by risking as little as possible.

His tiny pink paws moved softly through the cold stone floor, and he found an easy exit out of the tower. The castle looked even more intimidating at night, without the sunlight to brighten up the halls, or the laughter of the students to breathe life into the stone. His eyes were wide open, his nose turned up to catch any familiar scent. The last thing he needed was a surprising meeting with Mrs. Norris. It didn’t take him too long to find the abandoned music room. Sneaking in through a tight fit behind one of the paintings, Elizabeth took a look around at the room, the shadows cast by the moon on the floor, the piano sitting solitary in the centre. He jumped up on the piano, his tail swishing the dust away as he sat down, his head moving this way and that every time a shadow moved, his eyes capturing more in their feline state than he was used to. Elizabeth lowered himself onto a lying position and closed his eyes, ears twitching to capture all the new sounds. All he had to do now was wait.

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@mckeitbeautiful replied to your post: ooc; goddamn it

>.> i’m of no help here. i’m always encouraging people to make more blogs / add more muses xD

ooc; nng that really doesn’t help omg. i’ve bee thinking about him all week and the downside is that he doesn’t come alone.

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ooc; goddamn it

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Hyun:

Hyun was still at work with preparations, every aspect of him keenly aware of Elizabeth’s presence to the point that the hair on his arms fairly stood on end, when the blond’s offer to teach dancing reached him. Suddenly, his hands fumbled with the strainer caught between his fingers, the outcome of dropping it to the floor narrowly avoided. It was as though Elizabeth had reading his mind, and the notion rather terrified him. “That’s — you don’t need to do that. You don’t owe me anything.” Was Hyun not the fortunate one, gifted the presence and kind words of the prettiest boy he had ever witnessed? As if he required any other form of retribution. Yet his thoughts were now awhirl with mirages of he and Elizabeth dancing with one another, of learning to match his own movements with the music to tell a tale the way he had only dreamed of. Heart pounding so loudly in his chest that he could hear it roaring in his ears, Hyun attempted to control the slight trembling of his hands as he settled the strainer in the sink. Perhaps he couldn’t fathom it and never would, but Elizabeth wasn’t repulsed by him. Even if it was selfish, would it be so wrong to accept the offer given to him? To discover a new way to become one with a melody until Hyun lost himself? A shaky sigh escaped him. “But if you really don’t mind, I’d like that. Thank you. It’d mean a lot to me.”

He could hardly recall what he had been doing, every fiber of his being unable to tear away from Elizabeth. As his crimson gaze remained fixated on his own pale skin against dull metal, the sound of Elizabeth’s soft singing grew so gradually that he wasn’t aware of it filling the space around them until the beautiful tune began to swell. Hyun snapped his attentions to his companion, lips parting in awe at the sweet sound. What might their voices sound like intertwined with one another? The silent inquiry sent a hot blush rushing along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose ( somehow, it felt as though it would be just as intimate as touch was ). Once the song ceased and Elizabeth’s slender arms encased about the petite torso, as if searching for something which failed to be found, he found himself reacting without thinking. The bowl forgotten in the sink, Hyun wrapped his arms around Elizabeth’s waist and pulled them closer together — the first hug he had ever experienced with anyone aside from his brother. His pulse still pounding so hard that it might jump out of his chest, he buried his face in Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Beautiful.” The word was breathed against the skin of Elizabeth’s neck, laced with disbelief and wonderment. “I think you’re angel. You have to be.” Wouldn’t an angel be the only one able to find anything amazing in a demon? Hyun’s hold around Elizabeth tightened briefly. “I promise I’ll take care of you. I’ll keep you safe.

“See, this one is H.” He traced his index finger along the lines connecting to form the letter. “It’s the first letter of my name.” Perhaps a few weeks ago, the idea of explaining the English alphabet to Elizabeth would have seemed absurd, but not anymore. It had been nearly a month since Elizabeth had stumbled upon the abandoned theater, and while he continued to feel his heart beast faster with nerves every time his guest so much as looked at him, he was far more accepting of it. Hyun still maintained that Elizabeth must be an angel, which was only further cemented by the enduring kindness shown his way. Could anyone else have borne the weight of his consistent presence? Regardless, Elizabeth didn’t seem to mind it, a fact which made him worry that he might grow to become selfish in his expectations. Already had Elizabeth given Hyun more than he had ever anticipated in his lifetime; he diffused the confusing flurry of emotions which appeared whenever Elizabeth kissed him on the cheek or coaxed a blush to his face. “Um, and this one’s E. That’s the first letter of your name.” Luckily, his mother had never thought to remove all of the books from the theater that his brother had given him he had first been learning English ( more-so to pass the time than anything else, as it wasn’t as though he would ever use it ). On the pad of paper next to the propped open tome, he drew large counterparts for the two letters with a pencil, one next to the other. “H and E look nice together, don’t they?”

Things were... shifting. Over the past few weeks Elizabeth had been introduced to a new life, while his leg was recovering well and he was able to dance for short periods of time before the pain came back or he ended up too tired, being cooped up within four walls - large as the rooms were in the old theatre, was something he was having a little more trouble getting used to. He was grateful for Hyun, for his kindness and patience. Ever since that day on the kitchen it seemed a barrier between them had started crumbling, falling apart every time they woke up to each other and whispered their good mornings, every time they sat side by side for reading classes, or every time Hyun practised on the piano with Elizabeth sitting close by, mesmerised by the way his hands danced over the ivory keyboard. Hyun wasn’t hiding anymore, and he seemed comfortable in Elizabeth’s presence. It was something that warmed his heart, the fact that he had been able to make a friend even when the world around him was falling to pieces. But there were still things he couldn’t get used to.

Outside the dirty windows the sun was shining, beckoning him to the streets. His bare feet missed the solid texture of cobblestone beneath their toes, the heat of the ground as he danced for the masses. Every day he looked outside and saw people passing by the spot where he had so often felt free. People had stopped wondering after a couple of days, and Elizabeth wondered if Hyun would have stopped wondering, too, if Elizabeth hadn’t landed in his home for safety. Part of him loathed the thought of not existing in Hyun’s memory, of being a spectrum stored away with so many other unimportant thoughts. Elizabeth wanted to mean something to someone. In times like those, he’d look over to Hyun, and see him looking back, or focusing on their dinner, and he knew that his presence was felt. He meant something to Hyun, and that was enough. More than enough. Elizabeth didn’t deserve that kindness.

“I’m sorry, what?” Elizabeth blinked up at Hyun and back down at the paper, the thin lines forming letters he didn’t recognise. He tried to think back to what Hyun was saying, and he managed to grasp loose strands, something about their names. Elizabeth starved for knowledge, but focusing had become increasingly harder the longer he spent closed up. He didn’t know how Hyun could live like this for so long, without the warmth of the sun or the wind’s breezy caress. Elizabeth leaned closer to Hyun, his head resting upon his shoulder as he snuggled up closer. If anything he had the comfort of his touch, the warmth of someone who cared for him. “I’m so sorry, Hyun. I just... I can’t focus today,” he sighed, hiding his face in the curve of Hyun’s neck. “You’re trying your best and I feel so ungrateful,” he sighed, pulling back just enough so he could meet Hyun’s eyes. He still couldn’t believe how beautifully red they were, sparkling like jewels in the sun, or dark like velvet in the candle light. They’d been an anchor for him for the past weeks. Imagining a life without them, without him, was now impossible. “You know who looks good together? We look good together,” he smiled, poking Hyun playfully on the side. “Will you sing for me again? I love to hear you sing. I always feel so at peace with you,” he murmured, leaning closer to kiss Hyun’s cheek.

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Hyun:

All of Elizabeth’s words could fairly set Zen’s skin aflame, warmth bursting along his cheekbones and down his arms and into the marrow of his bones. He had lived so long without hearing the sweet sort of sentiments Elizabeth now purred into his ear that each time he was graced with them, they filled his heart with a pleasure which was impossible to give a proper name to. While he had always hoped to find someone he might allow into his heart and be accepted into theirs in return, the reality of it with Elizabeth was far more than he had ever truly anticipated. In a way, Zen wished he might travel back a few years, back to when he was still simply Hyun Ryu struggling just to survive, and make it known that someday — he would be enough for someone, and that someone would be the most beautiful man he had ever known. “You almost forget? I need to make sure that you remember.” He nuzzled against Elizabeth’s neck before nipping at the skin, sucking hard until color bloomed beneath his ministrations. “Maybe that’ll remind you every time you look in the mirror.” And he would replace it, again and again; for if Elizabeth was gifted a visual prompting of his feelings, that ensured the blond was also aware of their mutual adoration ( and he could already affirm that the scratches raking down his arms would serve as his own, prompting a quiet groan to pass his lips ). Zen was more than willing to pepper them everywhere.

However, he chuckled softly at Elizabeth’s assessment of his clothing, grazing his teeth along his mate’s collarbone. “Am I? You want my shirt off?” His tone was still teasing, yet he could hardly deny that the urge to pull Elizabeth’s clothing right off, buttons or rips be damned, was a strong one, almost as overpowering as the desire for the sensation of that gorgeous mouth against every area fabric was currently covering. Immediately, the rapid tightening of his jeans now too much to ignore, Zen’s hands began working at the front of Elizabeth’s shorts as he rolled his shoulders further into the hands resting atop them, his voice thick with arousal. “Then take it off.” In spite of how much fun he often found in teasing — repeatedly bringing Elizabeth to the edge and then denying the final shove until his lover was an exquisite mess, touching naked flesh as Elizabeth trembled all over, riling one another up in public until they were prepared to give in despite the lack of privacy — that had been negated for raw necessity. Elizabeth alone was enough to bring him to this place, yet the additional knowledge that his mate was carrying his child spurred forth a different sort of need. They had been intimate in so many ways ( sweet, cruel, rough, soft ), but Zen had now reached the epitome of what it meant to unleash the beast.

The desperation in Elizabeth’s eyes when their gazes met was enough to tell him they were exactly on the same page. “I only want to be the death of you if I can bring you back, and then do it over and over.” Zipper lowered on Elizabeth’s trousers regardless of his rushing fingers, he gave a firm yank which brought them down past hips he had held in his hands too many times to count. “After this, I think I’ll want to be gentle with you.” He glanced down at Elizabeth’s stomach, where the life they had created grew. “But right now, I just want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk.”

Between giggles and soft moans, Elizabeth was falling apart in all the right ways. He genuinely doubted anyone could could take him anywhere near as high as Hyun could. It was the way he looked at him, the way his voice seemed to travel through his skin as though it was touching him as firmly any caress could, and those hands warm and so gentle tracing maps over his body like they’re searching for treasure. Elizabeth would never get over how wanted and loved he felt when he was in Hyun’s arms. If home was anything at all, this was it. His head lolled to the side to better accommodate his mate’s affections, the marks he knew he would wake up to and admire on the looking glass. He would trace them with his fingers, watch them fade and miss their colour against the pale of his skin until Hyun decided to mark him again. He would carry them with pride, a gift too precious to be hidden. “If anything you don’t do it enough,” Elizabeth pouted, his pink lips pursing between smiles, before they parted into a small o, his pleasure breathed out between them in a soundless sigh.

Not needing any more prompting, Elizabeth’s slender fingers fumbled with the fabric of Hyun’s shirt tugging it off his torso just enough to be allowed to touch skin, warm and smooth under his fingers, taut over the well-worked muscles of his chest. He whimpered as he leaned back, his legs shaking with anticipation. Hyun often made him feel desperate, but whether it was a side effect of the pregnancy or just a special day overall, Elizabeth couldn’t quite remember feeling this desperate for his touch. His body seemed to arch naturally towards Hyun, like a magnet being drawn home by a force he could not control. This dance between them was so familiar, and yet so new. One would think that after being mated for as long as they were the novelty would have worn off, but if anything it only made him want more, more, more. He managed to rid of Hyun’s shirt by some sort of miracle, his hand quickly discarding the offending fabric of to the side as he leaned up and peppered kisses all over the freshly-exposed skin. Elizabeth ran his tongue along the salience of Hyun’s collarbones, suckling softly along the skin and leaving tiny red marks behind. Never did he dare to mark Hyun as boldly as he marked Elizabeth, but it was always a thrill to know that small though they were, they were left there by him, no one else could see Hyun like this.

The cool air brushed his naked legs as Hyun worked him out of his bottoms and Elizabeth felt a shudder running through his body, pooling at his core. “Why are you worrying about what you want to do to me afterwards?” he whined. Elizabeth would be horrified of how childish he sounded, had he not been too aroused to care. “I swear you have ten seconds to start fucking me well into the table or I swear to god, Hyun.” He leaned up and caressed the shell of Hyun’s ears with his teeth, before biting down on the lobe and softening the pain with a small kiss. “Fuck me so good you’ll have to carry me around the rest of the week.”

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Luciel:

That was one way to bribe him to do stuff. Car insurance was already digging into his wallet, so at least not paying for gas for a year sounded good to him.

“Give me a few days. I’ll do it in between my work. Then I’ll contact you.

“Or I could stick around for a while and clean up a bit. Maybe cook, too. When was the last time you had a proper meal? How come anyone stay healthy and fit while living solely off PhD Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips?”

It was settled, really, he’d mother Seven for a while. If anything, he looked tired, and a little care never hurt anyone.

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"I wanted to get you a rose for every time I realized how much I love you, but they'd never all fit inside the apartment." Zen couldn't help but grin; the amount would surely fill more than one such additional unit. "So, I got you a dozen, instead. Everyone should receive twelve red roses sometime in their life, you know? I'd give you flowers every day if I could. Happy Valentine's Day, Elizabeth."

A soft pink blush coloured Elizabeth’s cheeks. Sometimes he almost forgot how incredibly romantic his boyfriend could be, but then he’d say or do something so incredibly sweet that Elizabeth couldn’t help but fall in love all over again. To this day he was still to figure out what he’d done to deserve someone so unbelievably amazing.

“One day” he replied, taking the roses in his arms and looking fondly down at them, his fingers gently brushing the bright petals, “we’ll buy a house with a big garden, and you can plant fields of roses to celebrate our love. Until then, these are perfect. Happy Valentine’s Day, Hyun,” he breathed, pushing himself to his tiptoes and pressing a gentle kiss against soft lips.

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If there was one thing to make Jack feel off balance in anyway, it was being alone. Being alone out in the open, with infected running around was not the most ideal way to be, and he curses himself silently for getting separated from his cousin. All he could do for now was hope that he was okay— and there was no reason for him not to be.

Now he had to worry about himself.

For now, Jack was grateful for evident lack of infected in the area that he ended up at, and he took advantage of this moment to look around for any supplies that he could pack with him. His backpack was still pretty sufficiently supplied; with enough rations to last him a while and with basic medical necessities and the lack. But it never hurt to look for more, especially when it came for weapons. He lucked out in a few places, finding some left over cans that he could use, but other than that, a bunch of places seemed picked clean. Go figure.

He paused for a moment, setting his bag down as he opened it to recheck his inventory, teeth chewing on his bottom lip. Hyun… surely he was okay. He had to be. While Jack knew he could fend for himself for awhile, he didn’t feel entirely confident enough to think that he’d be completely fine all on his own. He shook his head once; roughly. Now wasn’t the time for doubt—doubt was dangerous; doubt got people killed or worst. And he refused to end up like them.

Blue eyes widened at the voice that cut through the silence, flickering back to notice the faint outline of a gun; chest tightening faintly. Oh, but of course—he had been so worried about the infected that he had forgotten to think of the more ‘human’ threats. Of course. He kept himself still on demand, trying to think through the options he had for getting out of this situation. ( Obeying meant nothing in the long run—for all he knew, the other would take his bag and then kill him. Be done with it. ) His gun was located on his waist, too far to get it without alerting the other. Teeth chewed into his bottom lip as he silently took a deep breath. Go on the offense and possibly die? Or remain obedient and possibly die?

Swiftly, a leg kicks out from under him; hitting the strangers underneath his knee to hopefully knock him off balance; before he uses the few seconds he bought him to stand back upright, pulling out his own gun before pointing it back at him directly. The teen swallows thickly, hoping that his poker face was just as intact as the others.

“—What do you want??” He looked fine on the outside, but he still has to ask: “… Are you clean?”

Elizabeth should have known better than to try to best anyone at such close range. He knew that he lacked severely in close combat and still he was the one who had gotten a little too close for comfort. The moment the boy had turned, Elizabeth knew by the fluidity of his movements that he would have no chance in dodging whatever attack he might aim at him. Of course, it wouldn’t keep him from trying anyway. He had always prided himself in his quick-thinking, but brains could only carry him so far. He was used to go against infected, beings that didn’t think, that reacted by instinct. This boy was as human and sentient as they came, and therefore, in Elizabeth’s opinion, infinitely more dangerous.

He jumped in a frail attempt to dodge the swinging leg, but still, he landed wrong and fell in his back, his gun falling from his grasp and landing a couple of feet away from him. He could only be grateful for his backpack softening his fall, but that still didn’t stop him from coming face to face with the barrel of a gun. His jaw clenched and he remained still, eyes narrowing at the boy.

If he moved, he’d likely be dead, if he didn’t move he’d probably either end up with a new whole on his body, or get physical with this kid. Either option would end up with him in a very poor state. He ran his head through the items in his pockets, and backpack. He had a container with water - unfiltered not suitable to drink, a pocket knife that was too blunt to deal any substantial damage, and his bow with no arrows to be of any use.

The third best option was to talk. Words were his forte, if nothing else. So he let out a small sigh and he looked up at the boy’s icy-blue eyes. “If you wanted to kill me, you would have shot me already,” he grunted, moving upwards so he could sit on the dirt. “Put that thing away, you look ridiculous.”

Elizabeth stretched his arms, his right hand resting upon his damaged shoulder and rolling the stiffness out of it. Then he jumped to his feet and started to pat down his jeans, dust surrounding him and tickling his nose. “I’m not one of those if that’s what you’re asking,” he said, jerking his head behind him towards where the infected had been not long ago.

“What are you doing here alone anyway? This is no place for a kid,” he mused, head lolling to the side. The last time he’d seen any living in this area had been when he’d arrived, months ago, looking for someone to help him, hoping someone would have been kind enough to put a bullet through his head and keep him from turning into one of those things. “People don’t come here. Those who do don’t survive for long. I’d get out of here soon. I have no interest in fighting you. If you are infected, I’ll have my chance to kill you then.”

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i love everything you hate about yourself.

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