soft descent

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rebekah was normally up bright and early just as the sun was rising. it was during this time whenever she’d slip into a pair of shorts and a tank before taking her trusted staffy to handle his business outside. there were other early risers who the woman would greet along the way, but the real treat was walking out to the cool alabama air, watching the sun turn the sky into a beautiful, colorful canvas. normally dodge would run to his usual spot to pee, however, this morning was different; he sprinted. chasing after him, rebekah noticed her brother out in the gardens. 

“can you get out of the cabbages, you heathen,” rebekah called out, nearing him as dodge jumped to her brother, tail ferociously wagging.

if there were to be a time where drinking first thing in the morning, it would for sure be the zombie apocalypse, or whatever science-fiction reality the world had ended up becoming. the only problem was, there was no alcohol at hand. the oldest danvers had found himself becoming more... distressed, to put it somehow, as each day went on. he would’ve loved to say how he had woken up early to watch the sunrise before everyone started their days, but the truth was that he had not slept a second that night. 

maybe it was just his gut, prepped by years of training, but he turned his head the moment he heard some unusual sounds approaching. he got the surprise of a lifetime when he found dodge sprinting towards him — nathan welcomed him into his... proximity, a reunion worthy of some romantic background movie in a movie scene. if only the dog had actually followed the original trajectory, because now nate just had empty arms and a very excited pup running around himself him in circles, making it very difficult to properly pet him.

he expected rebekah to emerge, sooner or later. when she did, he finally allowed himself to laugh, although a concerned look followed. from a distance, he pointed an accusatory finger at his sister, while his other hand continued the attempt to pet the damn dog. “don’t you dare speak to him in that tone!”

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lilydanvcrs​:

                              𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 or at least that’s what people said. Bullshit. Lily didn’t believe in the pack mentality that had taken over whatever was left of the survivors. She had gone through too much to know that even in the worst of situations people left and even more, people died, dropping like flies. All around her it seemed. Yet, there she was, living once again in a community after her last experience had proven to be less than successful. She had been helped, though        searched thoroughly for bites or signs of infection, but helped nonetheless, and she hated feeling like she owed anyone, so until her debt was paid and her conscience clean and her shooting arm completely healed, she would be there. Pretending to enjoy, albeit not losing her moody charm some people seemed to be interested in. 

          𝐈𝐓 was funny how in comfort she managed to get lost in thought as opposed to the constant alert state she was when she had been outside of those walls. On foot for weeks, avoiding other companions after the greatest disaster that had been the last community she joined. It seemed trivial to be there, standing in line for the second meal of the day while people around her mindlessly chatted. It was difficult not to have her thoughts broken when someone, not so discreetly made themselves noticed, which made her look. She might have been taken aback for 0.5 seconds, but almost immediately she recovered her stoic self, a blank expression on her features, but not before a snort came out at her brother’s choice of words. Now there’s someone she never thought she’d see again.

                                            ❛     Bummer, neither are you,

          𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 deadpanned, not really interested in what he had to say. The only thing they had shared in a lifetime was DNA and that’s about where their ties ended. Lily never thought that blood made family and hers was the only example she needed, and she was never one to search for a makeshift family in others, too. Everyone she came close to loving either died, or left, being alone was safer. It didn’t mean that she wasn’t feeling shook about her brother’s current presence, in the same shelter as she was, after years without so much as a phone call. He was different from the boy she had grown up with, and from the young man he had become on the last picture she had seen him in. Someone else would consider a divine intervention to be encountering family after 14 years with no contact, Lily was already considering that she was in purgatory, maybe, because it would be torture. ❛ Are you just going to stand there looking stupid, Nathaniel? Should I call one of the doctors? ❜

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it wasn’t until nathan heard lily’s voice that she became corporeal, more than just an apparition — more than just a memory, faded from the constant, active repressing. and it wasn’t until she spoke that he realized what his words had been. a bitter chuckle fell off his lips in response, a response to the sheer ridiculousness of the situation he had put himself into that very moment. because, truly, he could’ve just walked on by, gone off with his day. keep lily a ghost of a past that didn’t matter anymore: none of their doings, neither wrong or right, mattered anymore. it came down to the here and the now, and how they, as individuals worked towards their own survival. again, as individuals. nathan could’ve, no, he should’ve just kept on walking, without acknowledging the biggest headache of his life. the chuckle only prolonged itself, every second an extra ounce of bitterness would crawl on top of the previous one.

deep down, however. he was glad to see lily was fine. the danvers had already lost enough at it was — no need carrying the guilt of a dead estranged sister. no what ifs, no buts, no whens, no ifs. were there ever anything to be straightened, they could do it in person. and oh boy, would nate love to chew her ear off. not because her actions had affected him, personally, but because they had affected everyone else around him, forever. 

“i’m eating,” he stated blankly in response to lily’s taunt, shrugging his shoulders as he stuffed his mouth with a bun from the cafeteria line. “might want to call the doctors anyway, since your eyes don’t seem to work all that good.” he didn’t even bother with manners, he spoke with his mouth full, and after wiping the crumbs off on his clothes, he looked back at his sister. “we can do a quick test now. how many fingers am i holding up?” the answer was one. and nate did not consider him a rude person — but lily... she was a completely different thing.

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Basics:

Name: Nathaniel Danvers Age: 37 Group Occupation: Guard / mediator between the Council Face Claim: Chris Evans

Bullet Points:

Nathaniel is the oldest of the Danvers children. He had a couple of years in the spotlight, before his sister Rebekah came along. It had been quite the adjustment, based on the stories his parents would tell — but in the end he turned out to be quite the big brother, both for Rebekah and eventually, for Lily.

Nathan always thought it was interesting, and pretty hilarious, to see his parents pretend like Rebekah wasn’t their favorite. If he had been any younger, he would’ve kicked and screamed to get his rightful place in the sibling hierarchy, but he had found himself a solid friend-group, with one thing in common (sports), sure, but a solid group regardless.

After a really successful career in lacrosse while he attended high school, Nathan went off to college. He majored in Criminal Justice, got a Masters in Forensic Science, and got halfway through a PhD in Criminal Justice — all this with one goal in mind, to be part of the FBI. His parents recommended something less dangerous, something in the line of sports: he had a passion for it, and it would keep him close-ish to home. Nathan paid no mind to their recommendations, and he moved to Washington D.C. with his then girlfriend the moment he found out he had been recruited with the Bureau. With a career as competitive as that one, he knew he wouldn’t be stupid enough to pass it up.

There was a lot of training involved — and truthfully, Nathan loved it. He loved the thrill, and the slight God complex being such an important part of the Law Enforcement world. It was almost like a drug to him — there were times he wouldn’t talk to his Rebekah for months at a time, which he also figured was okay since she had her own strict schedule

Despite the good relationship the Danvers children had as children, Nathan found himself unable to stand the youngest one, Lily. He believed she didn’t work hard enough, and was overall annoyed by her at all times. When the news reached him that she had disappeared without a trace, he kind of just shrugged his shoulders and approved the decision of hiring a private investigator. Other than that, he didn’t pay much mind to the issue.

Balancing work and personal life had been a difficult task for the oldest Danvers from the moment he had signed his contract with the FBI. The girl he moved to D.C. with had left a little under a year after he started training — and Nathan continued to have a string of failed romances, because he simply wouldn’t put his personal life before his work life. Many girls loved him, some even moved in with him, only to leave not very long after.

In 2020, he found out he had gotten his newest girlfriend pregnant. It came as a shock, not really a surprise. Although his own selfishness thought of all the ways he could ask her to not go through with the pregnancy. Maybe even break up with her to not give her a reason to. But Nathan did care about this woman, so he never asked anything of her. He just… stayed. A rare thing for him to do! And still, he did not notify his family of the news.

The news of the outbreak arrived while Nathan was on a department meeting in New York City. Nathan wasn’t very worried at first — call it denial, but he began to panic when he wouldn’t get an answer from his girlfriend; even more so when he traveled back home, expecting to find her there… only for the place to be empty. He hasn’t seen of heard from her since.

It took him possibly weeks to make contact with anybody, and it was thankfully Rebekah. He pleaded for her to wait for him, to let him go with her. He tried not to show it, but it showed anyway — he was scared. But having his very capable sister, and his own knowledge for survival, made the situation a teensy bit easier to deal with.

With the group, he works as a guard, but he has other jobs he gladly attends to. While Nathan is not a member of the Council, he will jump in every so often and input his opinion with the decisions made, especially when they cannot come to a solid decision themselves. Another, and possibly his favorite job, is serving as some kind of sports coach for the children within the group. Since his future as a father has stayed in the dark since that faithful day, Nathan has found himself more drawn towards children.

Personality:

Adaptable — It’s never easy, but Nathan will always find a way to adjust himself to whatever situation gets thrown at him. Mourning is not really a part of his vocabulary, but he does try to process things in his own time.

Impartial — When it comes to the benefit of the group, Nathan is good at putting his own feelings aside. There is nothing he wants more than for these people to live a full life.

But then again, he can be selfish — Selfish in a way that he never truly thinks about how his personal decisions can / would affect the people around him. Sometimes they are for his own benefit, sometimes for his detriment.

Inflexible — It is very hard for Nathan to compromise on most things. He’s used to his own need to be in control of everything around him, that he sometimes forgets about the others.

[nathandanvrs]

walking back into the hospital after his shift, nathan placed his larger weapon with the rest of the guards’. he loosened up his shirt and rolled up his sleeves — although it was getting cooler, sometimes the lingering heat would prove too much, even for the toughest of people. the oldest danvers made his way to the cafeteria to get something to drink, when he saw what he could’ve only explained as a ghost. the apparition had him stop in his tracks, so awkwardly so that he had made himself obvious to the girl, and he had no other choice but to address her. but what the hell would he even say? “so you’re not dead after all.” he uttered out with a nod of acknowledgement, targeting his youngest sister. | ( @lilydanvcrs​ )

[reid-sam]

i still am and forever will be a hoe for andy barber….