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lynn langermann | 26 ( outlast 2 | altverse ) i swear to fucking christ, the first person who touches me loses their eyes. tw heavy religious themes, gore, horror, blood, death mentions

[ncthingthcre]

thehvntsmcn

Graham had only just woken up, and admittedly he was still shocked. So much so that, even now, he reached up to place a hand on his chest and make sure his heart was still beating. He knew that he’d died, and he knew that he probably shouldn’t be in Seattle of all places. But there was still one thing he didn’t know. “‘Scuse me, I’m sorry to bother you but what year is it?”

    she eyes him warily, a sigh falling from pursed lips as she crosses her arms. ‘ 2017. what year do you think it is?? ’ it’s a genuine question and lynn expects the answer will be just as outlandish as the rest of the occurrences here. 

[ncthingthcre]

ravcnhaircd

“Just leave me alone, okay? I’m fine.”

      ‘ you’re not exactly fooling anyone here. ’

[tragerjuice]

[pandoraas-deactivated20180227]

Outlast 2 + Scenery

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Outlast 2 by ovmise

[ncthingthcre]

getmyaxe

with lucille propped up against his shoulder, he gave a long sigh. “fucking seattle” he muttered to himself. without the army, without simon or dwight to boss around and definitely without his wives had made negan a little stir crazy. so here he was, taking a stroll to see what the city offered him. or to see how long it would take for someone to call the police about the barbed bat he was carrying. either way, at least he wouldn’t be so fucking bored anymore. with the day drawing to a close, he spotted a diner across the street. deciding he could murder a coffee, he entered and walked up to the counter. “coffee please, black. but like, 5 sugars”

       the poor kid behind the counter is clearly distracted by the intimidating man’s barbed weapon. lynn can’t blame them either. she’s uneasy herself, but, more than that, there’s an ever present annoyance to see such a blatant disrespect for people. it’s what propels her forward from the seat she’d been in, arms crossed and lips pursed as she calls out to the stranger, ‘ the least you could do is take that thing outside. it’s a coffee shop, not an audition for seattle’s next top unnecessarily decorated baseball bat. ’

[ncthingthcre]

missingfingcrs

miles recognizes the voice calling his name almost immediately and is quick to spin around when he feels the touch to his arm. a small smile almost immediately twitching up at the corner of his mouth because the closest thing he probably had to a best friend was standing right in front of him. he had wanted to contact her as soon as he had arrived in seattle but he hadn’t been sure what he would say. all he knew now was that he wished he would have because a familiar, happy warmth settles in his stomach as he pulls her in for a quick hug.

“uh- you know- around?” he know that she won’t believe that at all so there’s a slightly defeated sigh as he takes a step away from her. “got into a bit of trouble working on an investigation. it’s a really long story that doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending.” it seems fair to tell her that much because if he hadn’t randomly woken up in seattle he would probably still be stuck back at mount massive.

it’s then that he allows himself to get a proper look at her and he can tell almost immediately that something is wrong. call it instinct or just the fact that he knew her better than anyone else but it wasn’t right. “did something happen to you? besides swearing at me-which i deserve- something seems off. what have you been up to?”

    concern is almost immediately evident in the look she gives him after his very lackluster explanation. the journalist in her wants to pry, pick at loose ends, and make miles answer the burning questions she’s had since he fell off the face of the earth. lynn won’t though, not now; he’s her best friend before he’s ever some sort of story and she’s considerably more focused on the relief she feels to see him again. 

   “ i’ll get it out of you over a drink later then. ” she quips, but her voice is shaky, her smile just a touch off kilter. “ you have no idea how glad i am to see you. scared the hell out of me, upshur. ” she knows firsthand just how detrimental their job can be and she can see it in him that something is different. lynn hates to think what might have pushed him to that brink, but even more selfishly feels the barest hint of gratitude that the weight in her mind may not be one she has to bear alone. 

   either way, it’s difficult to really tell him what the hell happened to her. lynn is still processing it herself in a lot of ways. “ fuck. yeah. you could say that. ” she laughs, short and shallow, “ it was a job too. supposed to be, but i -- damn, miles, i really fucked it up. i don’t even know if blake is -- ” she clamps up, near biting her tongue to keep the pinprick of tears out of her eyes. what happened after she died?? why isn’t blake here too?? “ honestly, i don’t even know that you’d believe me if i told you every last damn thing. it’s not much of a happy ending either. ”

[kazbrekkker]

[ncthingthcre]

         *📷·˚ -- closed ;; ( @missingfingcrs )

       lynn isn’t a woman who hesitates often, but, as it turns out, dying does something to a person’s psyche. she’s a little more cautious, unsure of herself in a way she hadn’t been in so, so long. so it doesn’t matter how achingly familiar the man in front of her SEEMS. she won’t get her hopes up, won’t waste both of their time on her own fleeting grab for what had been before the damned jane doe case.

     at least, until he shifts ever so slightly to the side and lynn feels her breath hitch because she knows that face and she knows him and her boots feel heavy as she jogs to close the gap between them. ‘ miles!! miles!! ’ when she’s close, she reaches out to grip his arm and DAMN IT ALL, lynn isn’t a woman who brims with open emotion very easily, but he’s actually real, and not some distorted hallucination like the ones that have plagued her since waking up in seattle. 

    ‘ holy shit. jesus fuck, miles. i can’t believe -- ' she’s aware she’s not giving him much space to talk with her shocked rambling, but lynn is floored. he seemingly disappeared out of thin air one day, no calls or messages or anything, and lynn had been on his trail like a hawk until her unfortunate run through hell at temple gate. ‘ miles, where the fuck have you been?? ’

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