❝These are hard times.❞

; ; I will turn myself into a gun, because I'm hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. [ indie older ellie tlou rp acc ]

[notalilgirl]

"I think I'm lost..."

    "Sucks for you."

[notalilgirl]

 ❝—- the hell’d you just call me?❞

"Are you fucking deaf? I called you a coward."

[notalilgirl]

       ‹ ellie ●  8teen - 9teen › ❝I am a lion. I will eat you raw.❞

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[notalilgirl]

oward

      [ He raises her a middle finger, without a glance. ]  ❝Bitch.❞

"Coward."

[notalilgirl]

"Butt hole-- - --"

[notalilgirl]

❝No.❞

"Yes."

[notalilgirl]

"That ain’t nice."

           "Yeah ;   what's your point?"

[notalilgirl]

[ Her intentions certainly don’t go unnoticed — but they are disregarded. At this current moment, all he is focused on is getting them both to camp safely. ] ❝Why don’chya put your damn shirt on — this ain’t a strip club.❞ [ Why do I make you so uncomfortable? It’s not like the answer is too terribly obvious — but she should have caught on by now. The concept of love and affection is so foreign to him, that even a simple pick-up-line makes his skin crawl. To know that someone cares for him in a non-platonic manner is enough to shut him down. ] ❝Try ta’ get some sleep. It’ll be a while before we get back ta’ the prison.❞

[ It's almost the exact opposite for Ellie. She feels as if love ; caring, affection is all a big joke. It's fun to push peoples buttons. It's fun to aggravate ; and annoy. She thrives off of it. It's quite sad, really ; but, she doesn't see it that way. No, not at all. ] "What's a strip club?" [ Pshh -- of course she knows what a strip club is. She's a bitch- not an idiot. But, again- this is all just a game to her. A game she intends on winning. ] "Sleep is for the weak-- -" [ Smirking, Ellie reaches back and grabs hold of a semi-clean shirt.  At least it isn't completely covered in filth. She rests the cloth over her exposed stomach, and sinks down into her seat. ] "I'm covered now." [ well, kinda ; not really. ] "So- - shut the fuck up about it now, all right?"

[notalilgirl]

❝ —- no.❞

"-- -yes."

[notalilgirl]

i disappeared again--          oops?

i've been here & here

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And she doesn't want to be saved

[notalilgirl]

       ”Yeah —-” [ Still, he refuses to speak in anything but an undertone. It’s something of a mystery to him — the topic of affection. Growing up in a abusive home, he never knew what such a tender caress could do to a man. Eyelids grew heavy as her slender digits come into contact with the skin of his forehead. ] “— right.” [ He can’t even get a firm grasp of his own train of thought any longer. It’s silly, for him to be so smitten by a simple thing such as a touch and a embrace — but it was foreign territory. Complete foreign territory for that matter. ]

"Can I ask you a question?" [ brows raise; as her head tilts to the side. she looks irritated; impatient. and she's about to let you know what about-- ] "Why the hell haven't you kissed me yet?"

[notalilgirl]

     ”Shut up.”

"Like I said before; make me."

[notalilgirl]

      [ He doesn’t say anything. He only does what she had asked. There’s no snarky remark that is made — only silence and an eagerness and hidden suffering behind the embrace. ] “We should start ta’ head back.” [ He murmurs into her ear as his hands began to slip away from her form. ]

[ he feels strong; and stable; he feels and seems to be everything she's not. and he's so loyal, and merciful. again- everything she's not. ] "Thank you--" [ as soon as she feels the words slip; the girl immediately feels her heart begin to sink; for whenever she allows herself to feel- the horrible guilt comes flooding in; reminding her of all the awful things she's done. ] "Then, we should go then; right?" [ fingers rise to brush the tiniest of hairs that hang low; blocking his eyes. ] "Much better."

[notalilgirl]

"Can you just hold me for a minute? I'll be better-- I'll try. I promise."

[notalilgirl]

        “——….”

[notalilgirl]

           ”Oh well.”

"Pshhh; i call your bluff."