kian arias.

❝ i'm the trouble starter. i'm the fear addicted, danger illustrated. ❞

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candice-rivers.

Candice’s eyebrows raised in mock surprise when he pulled back the barrel of his gun, her lips parting into a mirthless smirk. “Oh your gun wasn’t cocked? Because mine has been.” Okay so she was scared now. The sound of the barrel clicking still made the hairs on the back of her neck raise, after all these months. But she could bluff, oh could Candice bluff. Two could play this game after all, a game of swagger and bravado. 

As he stepped closer every instinct in her was screaming to take a step back, perhaps take many steps all the way out the door but some selfish part in her was somehow willing to die for this space. How could that be? This was just a cabin. But when she had found it, she had fixed the generator and after months of living in filth and grime she had finally had a hot shower and it had been heaven. She got too stir-crazy living in the Capitol with all the people around all the time…Candice wasn’t giving this place up. “So do whatever you want, I don’t care. Just give me my shower back and put the stupid gun down.” It seemed almost casual, the way she said it. Casual, when her heart was racing and her neck was cold…

    he laughs at the girl, watching as fear glossed over her eyes, despite the act she putting on. “ why didn’t you shoot first then? “ he asks, eyebrow raised in question, almost like he was taunting her. he had been like her before, scared but not weak enough to show it. he gave her props, but that wasn’t going to get her anywhere in this situation.

   he takes several steps back, pushing the barrel forward again and laying it down beside his belongings. he had spent days searching for a place to stay, if just for a few hours, she was crazy to think he would just give it up to her. he proceeded to walk over to the shower, despite the lack of curtain and cleanliness, it was working. he turned on the faucet, letting the water fall down. 

  he turns to her suddenly, pulling his shirt over his head. “ i’m not sure about you, but, “ he glances at the shower and back at her, “unless you plan on joining, you’re going to be here a while. “ her choice, he thinks. but either way, he wasn’t going to let up, no matter how hard she tried. “ don’t think you’re the only one who gets to enjoy nice things, beautiful. “

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truediscster.

disappointment, that’s what arabella felt the second the man dropped the gun but in reality she was more amused than disappointed really, did arabella have some sort of death wish? not really she didn’t, even though sometimes it seemed completely the opposite, the girl that before stayed clear somewhat from trouble had now become even more trouble herself.

“knew you couldn’t do it, everyone these days is just all talk, that’s what gets people killed” she shrugged slightly taking the gun he’d dropped, she wasn’t going to shoot, he had done absolutely nothing to her she had no reason to but if she could make him think she would then that would just be fun. arabella had never been one of those girls who just shot people for no apparent reason lies but she had learnt from her mistakes even more lies.

she clearly was annoying him in some way so she did what she would’ve done in any case.. she stayed “nah i think I’ll stay because there really isn’t any fun in me leaving” she paused for a second before shaking her head “unless you want me to go I mean I completely understand and I’d leave immediately” what a liar.

   kian shrugged off the gun in her hand. his gun. it was loaded, but he didn’t feel threatened in the slightest. he eyed her from across the room, the water showering over his body. kian stopped being a shy guy back in high school, he wasn’t afraid to rile people up. but, he didn’t know what to do with this girl. not quite yet. she seemed interesting enough, though.

    “ shoot me if you want. “ he suggest, teasing her. he didn’t mean anything by it, but he figured with the gun in her hand, why wouldn’t she. “ you did say people are all talk, so. “ he chuckles to himself, rinsing the water through his hair, leaving it a mess on his head.

   “ you can join me if you want, “ he suggest playfully, “ i mean, if you’re just gonna stand there and watch, ya’ know. “ he was joking, but it didn’t hurt to try and lighten the mood. he had suffered too many dark days lately and he was in desperate need of cheering up.

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mouthsxmadexofxknives.

This man, this mother fucking stranger in her home. He wasn’t speaking, wasn’t responding or acknowledging her words or the threat she posed. Instead he just stood there, un-speaking. He had no way of knowing the affect his presence.. uninvited in her fucking home, had on her. The way her pupils shrank to tiny pinpricks in those sea-green eyes or the way perspiration beaded along her temple and neck. The way her breath became suddenly short. The one place that was hers, safe and untouched, he’d fucking intruded on it, and it had her mind and her nerves shorting out. Scrambling to keep some semblance of a head on her fucking shoulders, some kind of control over this situation.

Then he did the worst fucking thing he could have done in that scenario. He challenged her, to fucking shoot him.

Cassie did the only thing she knew to do. She reacted. Instantly, her lips pulled back to bare her teeth in a snarl that looked almost feral as her gaze zeroed in on his shoulder and she aimed, then pulled the trigger without thinking. Once more the shot resounded in the room, but this time the bullet tore right through flesh. Blood spattering the wall behind him as Cassie stumbled a step back, gun now aiming for directly between his eyes.

“I asked you what the FUCK. You’re doing in my house, asshole! Next time you get a goddamned lead lobotamy!”

    there was a flash and all he could feel was pain. kian figured his body had went into shock, because so had he. she had balls, but he had dealt with far, far worse. still he wasn’t going to taunt her any further, though, she had no reason to attack in the first place. there was no mine in the apocalypse, kian learned that the hard way.

“ are you fucking crazy? “ he yells, holding his shoulder. it had grazed a large portion of his skin from his shoulder, not enough to kill him though, unfortunately. “ where are the papers saying you own this house? “ kian knew she couldn’t have been dumb enough to think that no one would find this place, they always did. 

  he could feel himself growing light-headed, taking the chance to lean against the wall. he winces, removing his hand from the wound. this was mild, but it still hurt like hell. “ fucking, bitch. “ he says through a desperate gasp. 

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Past the lips lie lies, lies, lies.

Erica Jong, from Tachycardia (via violentwavesofemotion)

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mouthsxmadexofxknives.

Unlike the last few hunts, Cassie had managed to get a pretty good fucking bounty on this one. She was just considering which bottle of whiskey she’d choose to celebrate as she made her way into the back yard of the house in the small community where her underground bunker was when she jerked to a stop. She hadn’t left that fucking door open, Cassidy remembered that much. Shifting the heavy knapsack on her back, she simply shrugged at first and made her way forward, hearing the spray of the shower. Honestly these days, coming home to find either Alexi, Garth, or even Nadja in her bunker wasn’t even that much of a surprise, and that’s what she assumed was the case as she stomped into her bunker. Slamming the door and making sure the heavy iron of it was shut this time. “Think they’d fuckin’ know to at least close it. Eaters can’t turn a knob but they can push a door.” She muttered to herself as she turned toward the open area.

Cassidy had been about to shout that very thing at whichever of the three she assumed was here, before she jerked to a stop. Visibly paling, she instantly noticed a difference. None of Alexi’s things were here.. neither was their cat. Nadja usually made her presence known and this.. didn’t feel like Garth. But the most telling was the unfamiliar shirt on her floor. The bag she knew didn’t belong to any of them.

She jerked into action about the same time a glint of fast movement jerked into her periphery, she could hear the strange man, and if she was in her right mind she’d have laughed at him. As it was, the pistol that had been in the holster attached to her side was out before she could think and she fired. Bullet glancing off of the stone ceiling a few feet to the right of the man aiming at her, her small stature sprinting to the right for a better aim.

“What the FUCK are you doing in my house?!” She bit out, voice low and guttural as this time, her own gun aimed directly at his throat

    kian watched the girl with intent. she wasn’t fucking around, he loved that. but, he also wasn’t stupid enough to get himself killed. shooting would only dig himself deeper into shit. he didn’t understand why people claimed places around cheyenne, his home. it was sad to see the homes of people who were once living being taken over by rogues and raiders. he never stayed in a place for too long, never claimed it as his own. it was all too dangerous for him.

  he poked at his cheek with his tongue, staring at her with hooded eyes. she wasn’t going to shoot. kian had realized that a lot of the survivors in the apocalypse were all about asking questions and killing later. he didn’t expect her to be any different. 

“ come on then, “ he provoked, a teasing smile on his face, “ shoot me. ”

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candice-rivers.

It had been a few weeks since she had been back to this particular swath of the woods. It was more dangerous out here, more walkers, more murderous human scavengers, and she had even seen a few of the winter wolves prowling around. But she knew she had to come today. Ever since the world had ended crowds of people had made Candice nervous. On edge. Like something terrible was bound to happen (as it usually did). The way she survived in Cheyenne, with all the people around, especially at her camp which was the biggest was going away on the weekends. Or what she thought was the weekends. She would go on long hunts, sleep in old cabins in the woods, one of which happened to be this one.

It had become one of her favorites, even though it was invariably run over by walkers every few days, but as she crept into the house she knew something was different. Different was dangerous. Walkers laid on the floor of the cabin, their brains falling out of their cracked skulls. Someone had been in here, was still in here. She inched around the corner and as soon as the gun was pointed at her head, her’s was up and out pointed at the stranger. “Who are you? How’d you find this place?” She asked accusatory, like the house was somehow hers. The gun pointed straight for her didn’t bother her like it would’ve before, she had been in one two many standoffs for this to be anything but a nuisance. She could almost hear her dad in her head scolding her for that thought. Guns aren’t a nuisance Candice, he would say. One bullet’s the difference between life or death. So she tightened up her form, became less lax. Dad always knew best.

     a smirk pulled at the corner of kian’s mouth, causing him to chuckle. his heart never skipped, his form never faltered. he wasn’t scared, especially not by her. he pulls back the hammer of the gun, to show that this was no bluff. when it was his life, he didn’t play around. survival of the fittest, and he would survive.

    “ doesn’t concern you, “ he says, taking a step closer. intimidation was a tactic he used often, “ not like you own this place. “ he laughs once more, never breaking their gaze. he considers laying off on the girl, not being so harsh. kian didn’t appreciate being threatened, so he stood his ground.

   “ and i’m pretty sure i found it the same way you did, “ he says, his voice lower, raspy, “ so don’t act like i came barging into your home or something.” 

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truediscster.

how does someone deal with seeing their whole group get bitten and then having to kill them only to get lost and find no way back ‘home’?  for arabella that was an easy question to answer – you don’t, you repress it telling yourself that you did what had to be done and for arabella that was enough. being back in cheyenne brought her some comfort ( not really) but at least this was a place she was familiar with, her brother was here and so was people that she knew, she really didn’t tolerate them but sometimes something was better than nothing. 

 she still couldn’t bear being in the camp for two hours, why had she even joined in the first place? why couldn’t she have just left for good and never have looked back? oh right the fact that there was family that she had already left behind once and doing it away well that wouldn’t be right, sure arabella was stubborn, a bitch, detached and petty but she had a conscience one that she wishes she didn’t have. 

 empty houses were the places she preferred to be in, mostly because of course no one would be there but also because there was so much freedom. the sense of freedom left as soon as she heard the male voice. a small laugh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes “ no need to be so fucking rude, this is a free country right? or whatever people like to say” she spoke taking a few steps closer “fine do it, go ahead, shoot a girl that has absolutely done nothing to you”

     kian chewed at his lip in thought, dropping the gun slightly. free county, right. there was no land of the free or home of the brace. it was a wasteland, laws didn’t exist, and chivalry was out the door. he could care less about being kind and helping someone, only when it benefitted him. he contemplated shooting her on the spot, but today was not that day. he was too pleased with his situation right now.

he scoffs, laughing at the small, aggressive girl. kian drops the gun then, knowing that she wouldn’t dare shoot him. they never did. he continues to strip, leaving him in his compressed shorts. he glanced over at the girl, reaching for his waistband. he had enough decency to warn the girl before exposing himself.

 “ look, i haven’t showered in weeks, “ he pauses, yawning, “ so either you can keep watching or leave me alone. “ he didn’t care about her choice, instead he undresses, starting the shower. he sighs in relief, the warm water hitting his skin.

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    it was like a gift from god. running water, supplies, food. though, it wasn’t much. kian found it a couple days before, after a week of being on foot. he didn’t strike luck very often when finding shelter, so he was taking advantage of this. despite the fact that it was almost completely run down, except for a couple of rooms, it was still a safe place to hide.

    he slips his shirt over his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. it had been weeks since he had the chance to take an actual shower, but that was normal for anyone. the smell was covered by the stench of rotting walkers in the air, so no one really minded or made a big deal about small things like that anymore. 

    kian is barely getting comfortable with the fact that he’s alone and things are going well before footsteps approach him. he doesn’t like being snuck up on, but he figures that applies to everyone. he reaches for the handgun lying beside his bag of supplies, pointing it at the intruder.

 “ back the fuck off, “ he yells out, “ or i’m aiming straight for your head. “

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salataris.

                     svelte fingers grasped the hem of the shirt that hung over her petite physique with an overwrought demeanor. virescent eyes gleamed with a shimmer of eagerness as jasmine leaned against the wall. the grip tightened with excitement, teeth bit her bottom lip as to suppress her need to babble on about how she finished the book to kill a mockingbird. it was a DELIGHTFUL read nonetheless——and surely the first person to come within yards of her would hear about it. since the apocalypse began, literature had seemed to worm its’ way into her heart and make an imprint. it was an easy way to take her mind off of the literal hell that the earth had succumbed to. her digits then went to push aside strays of flaxen hair that had been blown onto her face, then a long sigh followed at her dismay. she didn’t want to remain silent, but she also would rather not discuss with herself the book she had just read. the racket of someone approaching awfully close to her made jasmine turn in the direction of the sound, eyes hurrying to find the individual so she could talk their ear off nicely. 

        —————   ❝ got a minute to talk? ❞ the young woman inquired, voice coated with enthusiasm, as the person had come within feet of her.

       large strides led him to a smaller house, the first one he had seen for miles. he had been         walking for a few hours, his muscles growing taut. he needed a bed, a beer, and a nice        woman to comfort him tonight. but, his chances had been dry for a while now. as lucky as       kian liked to think he was, it was a lot harder to find what he needed with the impending        idea that the end of the world was happening right before them. people’s interests were        growing more and more fickle as the days went on and there was a lot of unpredictability    that face him on a daily basis. but, kian would never let that faze him. he always strikes when he has the chance, no matter what it was for or why he was doing it. his mind was a badland that needed occupying. his nerves were getting the best of him, the quietness of the world                     closing in on him. things were DIFFERENT now, he was never safe.

    he fumbles with the door handle before it gives in, creaking open and revealing himself to         anyone inside. he curses to himself briefly, hoping to remain undetected. though, he is        pleased at the site before him. a young woman, glistening and carrying an aura around her                                            that intrigued kian, nonetheless.

       “ for you? ” he asks, a slight hint of playfulness hidden in his voice, “ i think so. ”

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