ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE SAME END

"We fight for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it's two minutes, or two days... I don't want to give that up." this is an independent & private roleplay blog for Riley Abel from the Last of Us. — established January 2018. Exclusive with oldbite, oldloss & oldsins

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     sorry guys, gotta go write the new gf.

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have i told you lately????? youre my favorite???

            “ Ooh, girl, don’t let Joel hear that! I know he talks a good game, but he does not like getting his spot in the Tess’s favorites ladder taken by anybody. Lucky your secret is safe with me. ”

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TESS

    ‘i’m pretty sure it’s a joel thing,’ it’s her own turn to sigh, so she does. she doesn’t even bother voicing her own opinions, for riley’s already said it all, both now and whenever joel said anything about being grateful for what they had. 

    ‘speakin’ of, i’d hide those peaches if i were you. they’re his favorite. resistant or not, you might just go down for them.’ 

           “ Who knew a guy all about being tough would take down a kid for peaches. ” The laugh under her breath is shaky, but real enough -- weary with time and strain, all the shit-talking in the world couldn’t make the fear of being on the outside less real, but right now it felt a little more like the Zone. Except no bitchy voice waking her up in the morning. “ Thanks for the heads up. ” She stashed one of the cans in her bag, leaving the other conspicuously open to the Old Man. He couldn’t say she didn’t get him anything. “ And since I know that sorta information don’t come for free -- ”

          “ HERE. “The bottle jostled in her hand, liquid gold catching their shitty little fire like some fool chasing the sun across the horizon. “ I figure this isn’t of any use to me, and I know if Joel caught me with it he’d confiscate it going all ‘ that sorta stuff ain’t for kids ’. So would you be so noble as to take it off my hands ? ” Alright, so maybe her Joel impression needed a some work, she couldn’t quite get Gruff Cowboy, but the sentiment is real enough, and if she knew Tess the woman wouldn’t turn down an uncorked bottle of whiskey. Even if it was Wild Turkey.

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              sorry for the quiet guys, things got stupid crazy for me for awhile there, but I’m back now with feels ( and a half written re-imagining of the infection ) for everybody.

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that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

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           sorry for the sudden quiet guys, i’ve come down with some sort of sick that’s keeping me off dash. i’ll be back as soon as i’m better !!

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I’ve never been homesick. Because there’s no place I belong to.

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TOMMY

          “I thought it was more like realism.”    For certainly, they hadn’t gotten anywhere. Not before he joined the fireflies. Not while he joined the fireflies, and now, they still wouldn’t get anywhere. Setting up another camp, thinking of another method, yet it would all fail again.     “I’m not here t’ talk down on th’ fireflies for their ‘impossible causes’, but they didn’t get anywhere near a cure when I was ‘round.”

            “ Yeah, well, they didn’t have some one like ME then. ” That sure grin is cracking, flaking away like old plaster as a hardened frown to tired eyes eyes settles in like a storm front. Dozens of people died to get her this far, some willingly. . . some not. And even more would die before it’s over, including her if she judged her odds right. But all through that, through the dead names on the tip of her tongue, through the bad runs and the starving days, one thought kept her going, the same one that burned in her throat the day she left Ellie behind. “ You’re probably right. Even with every doctor and test they have, they might not get a cure from me. Maybe it will take a dozen, or even a hundred more people to get a vaccine. . .”

            “ But I have to try. ” For Ellie, for the dream that maybe some day a kid won’t have to choose what they did. So there’s no more Sam’s, or Henry’s, or Tess’s . . .For Joel. . .and Sarah too. “ If I can get us even one step closer, it’s worth it. ”

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ꕥ ║  @myrddinwyllt

          Winter is brutal, cold and unforgiving. Heavy snow crunches around her boots as she moves deeper into the snow pack - the whole world distilled down to white, and green, and brown. If things were less fucked she might have enjoyed it, all the snow they got in Boston was wet and sloppy, more slush than the powdery snow they all dreamt about. But this was real crunch under your feet, perfect for sledding, make a snow man, snow, too bad she can’t enjoy it when she’s looking at another day of wondering if she’s going to wake up alone tomorrow, and even if the Old Man makes it another day they don’t have enough supplies, and it’s getting colder. . .

             Her head whips around, hair bouncing as she tracks the muffled crunch. If there was one thing this cold was good for it was letting you know when something moved. Her bow is up in an instant, followed by that soft thonk as her arrow hits the curve. “ Who’s there ? ” Riley barks with every bit of authority her lanky frame gets her, backed with one newly fletched arrow, and a distinct lack of patience.

        “ Come out, NOW. ”

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