Are we deserving?

Indie multi-muse blog for a few canon characters and an OC

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helosther:

          Sarah shrugs, chewing. She couldn’t place the flavor or texture of the meat, but… man, if Esme couldn’t make one of her least favorite foods almost enjoyable. 

          “I guess. They all work hard t’ keep it safe,” she says, doing her very best not to stuff her mouth despite how hungry she was. She was beginning to trust David more–didn’t have much choice not to–but divulging information about the fort, about the ragtag bunch she’d come to think of as family? It didn’t feel right. 

          To give herself an excuse no to talk, Sarah finally gives in to the growling of her belly. Forkfuls go into her mouth as quickly as she can and soon the ache goes away. For the first time in what felt like ages, Sarah felt warm, content, and full. The combination made her feel utterly exhausted.

          “That was good.” Sarah wiped at her mouth with her sleeve, sheepish. “I guess I was hungrier’n I thought. Tell Esme I liked it. I’ve never liked deer. But that was good.”

          With nothing left to do, the room felt awkward again. Instead of waiting for David to start another conversation, Sarah braced herself against the table and stood up. 

          “W-well, uh… gotta get an early start in the mornin’, so…”

“Ah, yes yes, of course of course. Here, I’ll take your plate black.” He gets up to take the plate but before he could walk away, David holds out an index finger as if he had just forgotten something. “You know what, I forgot to tell James to prepare you a room, and  we’re pretty packed here already, so how about you take  mine?”

Of course, he was prepared for any excuse or skepticism you’ll have with his offer so he follows it up, “I have the night watch  anyway so I won’t be needing it tonight.” And for once he’s telling the truth. “We’ll bring you back first thing in the mornin’.  So don’t you worry too much, alright?” And there goes that streak.

There’s a pause, “Look, I gotta get moving. If you make up your mind just yell out for James, he’ll help you.”As he starts to walk out,  David stops to turn his head to her, “We’ll look after you.” There’s  a sudden change in his tone, and the message sounded a little ominous. 

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storybooksbycandlelight:

“No, I don’t— think you understand,” Elizabeth protested. “You’ll be stuck in that universe. What happens when you’re tired of fish and chips?” 

A universe like that definitely existed. Inflation went a million different ways in a million different universes, but some of them remained untouched. Still, she didn’t really consider that worth opening up a tear for. “You know, if you’re short on money, I could probably…” 

Elizabeth cut herself off as she noted his expression — a blank stare into space. Her head tilted. “Are you alri—” And then, it seemed he snapped out of it. Elizabeth frowned. “Um, you know what? How about you just lead me to the fish and chips place? We’l figure it out when we get there.” 

“Me? Tired of Fish ‘n’ Chips? Unlikely.” Although he’s not really sure himself that he wont, he says it anyway hoping it would convince you. And it’s as if he’s deliberately ignoring your warnings but the idea of ‘visiting’ another timeline amuses him.

Ren isn’t always this stubborn, but when his mind is set on  something he won’t stop at nothing to achieve it. Fortunately, he doesn’t protest when you offer, in fact he smiles. As much as he really wanted to enter a portal, he doesn’t have the energy to reason right now. 

“Oh yes! Sweetums, let’s go! There’s  one just a couple of minutes away and they make THE best battered fish. You know, thinking about it now, if we had gone to a different universe their fish might not have been the same. And we would’ve been stuck there. Horrible.” He shudders at the thought. ”Fish and chiiiiiiiips!!”

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keep-your-crown:

“I am not an assassin. I am a mercenary  and a very good one at that, thank you very  much.” Harper huffed as he glared at her, “Yeah, blame me, because I’m the one who  grabbed you, seriously,  screw you.”

Once he concludes that the target is lost-- and this will have to be a mission for another day-- He hops off the building, leaping into a haystack below. Connor is annoyed to still find you standing around where he last left you. “Don’t you have  something better to do besides ruining other  people’s mission?”

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storybooksbycandlelight:

Super Liz. That made her laugh — barely more than a slight output of breath, but still a laugh. It sounded better than a lot of the other names given her because of her powers. Nevertheless, the slight chuckle counted as an accomplishment. Laughter didn’t come much for her these days. 

His request, though reasonable (he did watch her walk out of a ‘portal’, after all), Elizabeth couldn’t grant so easily. Well, she could do it easily. Just not in the way he probably thought. “Uh, it— it doesn’t really work like that… I mean, I could take us to one, but you’ll be stuck in another universe,” she explained. Elizabeth could also easily bring one here, but again, from another universe. The chaos that would no doubt erupt from that wasn’t something she intended inflicting on this little town. 

“That’s even more perfect! We can go to a universe where fish and chips only costed ten cents. We’ll be millionaires in that period, and we can relish in all the chips we can buy with a dollar-- Because that’s all I have on me now.” And then  Ren went quiet as he stares into empty space, probably daydreaming about all the food he can buy for a dollar in another universe. 

He almost forgets you’re there until he’s snapped out of his stupor. “Oh hey Super Liz, you’re still here. So are ya in? No weed involved this time, I promise.”

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Hey, listen, I’m terrible. And I am truly sorry. 

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keep-your-crown:

“Look, pal, I barely know what the word agenda means.” she growled, “You want me to talk? Fine! I kill people I’m pointed at, I was trying to get away without being seen, but clearly that didn’t work.”

He lets you go, hoping he’s making the right decision in doing so. “Some assassin you are.” Connor looks back at where he saw his last target, only to find them long gone. “Damn it.” He mutters to himself, glaring at the girl before proceeding to climb the building for a much better view.

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helosther:

          “It’s pretty big,” she murmurs, setting the plate down on the table and leaning over it. “Not ‘s big as this place, I guess, but… big. My brother’s friend runs it. He’s kinda weird, but he’s a good guy.” 

          For the first time since being at David’s camp, Sarah almost smiles. Alexander, their settlement’s leader, was like a quirky character out of a book or a movie. Alex had to be the chillest guy she’d ever met and the funniest. He had to be if he named his settlement something as tongue-in-cheek and ridiculous “Fort Kickass”. But, as silly as Alexander was, Sarah wouldn’t want to mess with him when he was serious. That guy was almost as scary as Aaron.

          Sarah pushed some of the meat on her plate with her fork. As much as the memory made her happy, it reminded her how worried they all must be about her. Her brother Aaron must be going nuts.

          “…It’s Sarah,” she finally says, quiet. With that, she scoops the first forkful into her mouth if only to give her something else to focus on. She’s surprised to find it almost sweet. “This is deer?”

David’s bottom lip juts as he nods, making a mental note on what you are saying. “I’m guessing it’s well fortified too? A camp that big  couldn’t not have any protection.” At the mention of a brother, David feels a little uneasy, shifting in his seat for a more comfortable position. He knows that her brother would be looking for her, and with a big camp, as you say, there’s a chance he’d have brought back-up.

“Sarah, huh? That’s a pretty name. You know I once knew a girl named Sarah. She was my neighbour’s daughter.” He recalls the time he’d babysit the girl and the mess she would cause. At one point she’d even called him a creep, a weirdo but he just smiled at her. 

“Right?” David says, almost in disbelief. “I can’t believe we got lucky with Esme. She’s in charge of the cooking here. She used to be a chef back when everything  happened. Learned how to concoct flavours from things we find for her. She can make rabbit taste like chicken.” He had to act surprise, of course. But most of it wasn’t exactly a lie. Esme wasn’t a chef but she was in charge of the cooking, and if Sarah would see her, she wouldn’t be convince the woman was entirely sane.  

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thevoices-ofmymind:

A brow raises slightly in curiosity as she notes the eager tone but she doesn’t comment on it for now and instead thinks the offer over while taking a few more bites of her food. Eventually she nods her head a little. “That dose sound better then stayin’ in some cheap motel or somethin’.” she figures with a small shrug, taking a quick sip of her shake before asking. “Ya really think ya can talk the principal inta lettin’ me stay?”

A small, light-hearted laugh escapes her at the next suggestion. “Me try photography huh?” She pokes at her food a bit as she lets that thought sink in. At the offer her mix-match eyes glance up to face Nathan again. “Eh, why not, couldn’t hurt ta try right?” She figures finishing off a few more bites of her food.

Nathan snorts at the question, “I own his ass.” The drunkard of a principal would’ve been fired a long time ago if he wasn’t already corrupted by the Prescott’s. Maybe that’s why he drinks. “It won’t be any harder to convince him if you were a student either. That can be arranged.”

He shrugs, “Always a first time for everything.” And with that he takes his chocolate drink and downs the whole thing in a matter of seconds. “Ugh. Bad idea.” He slams the mug down on the table a little too hard, but  fortunately it didn’t smash. Like he couldn’t afford to pay for it back anyway. 

“Once you’re done, I’ll show you to the dorm. And talk to  Wells about this.” Although he doesn’t know how much influence he has on Wells, he could simply call his father if things don’t go as planned.

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keep-your-crown:

“I did not say that!” Harper huffed and rolled  her eyes, “If I was, why would I get myself  caught by surprise?” Another roll of her eyes, “Woah, woah! I only kill for money, no killing here. Not on my part.”

“I don’t know. You must have an agenda you’re not telling me. I can stand here and pin you all day, so just talk.” His grip tightens , almost choking you. “And why should I believe you? We are wasting valuable time here.”

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helosther:

          Sarah frowns at James as he speaks, something twisting inside her like a premonition, but of what, she wasn’t sure. Either way, she didn’t like the way he had suddenly relaxed, anger melting away to a knowing smile, like he was in on something she wasn’t. When he reached for her leg, she stiffened, but didn’t dare pull away. Between the two men, she trusted James the least. Her face scrunches up in a wince and she opens her mouth to tell him that she could take care of her ankle just fine thank you– when David walks back in.

          “Oh, uh… deer’s fine.” Sarah bites hard on her lip as James tugs a little harder than necessary on the bandages. When he was finally finished, she pulls back from him, even goes as far to scooting her chair away though it sends spikes shooting up her calf. 

          “Thanks… Mr. David,” she murmurs, smiling at him only out of politeness. It doesn’t quite reach her eyes. If Sarah were truthful, she hated deer. She could tolerate it, sure, but the flavor was always too strong, too gamey. But she wasn’t about to turn down the man’s hospitality and her stomach was growling. Still, Sarah hesitated. “Aren’t you gonna eat?”

As soon as he is finished, James gives you a little smile and walks out. Leaving you and  David alone again for the time being. He looks preoccupied with cleaning his rifle but chuckles at the title he’s been given. “Just David is fine.”

He looks up from his rifle to you, the corners of his lips curled into a subtle smile. “Nah, I wait until the  others have gotten their fill, then I have their leftovers. It’s important that the children and women are fed first, then the men, and the  leader. I got a job to look after my people,  and I think I’m doing pretty good. What’s your camp like?”

David cocks the hammer of the rifle before setting it aside and easing back into his seat. “I think you know enough about my group, yet I don’t even know your name. I think it’s only fair that I ask, right?”

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storybooksbycandlelight:

“I’m not really sure how that’d make them taste better…” Elizabeth admitted. “Unless it tastes like cinnamon, or chocolate, or something of that nature.” Of which, she doubted. She really didn’t understand this guy’s point. In all fairness, he was ‘high’, and clearly not thinking straight, so Elizabeth supposed it made sense she couldn’t follow his train of thought. 

An eyebrow raised at his reaction, feeling more confused by the second. “What? No, I— Look, I just mean you seem a little unsteady on your feet right now,” she amended. “Hey, eat however many brownies you want. Just… maybe ones that aren’t laced with… weed.” 

Another frown came over her features. “You do remember the ‘walked through a portal’ thing, right? I don’t know where to get any food here.” 

Ren can’t exactly describe the taste, not right now. He’s tempted to just grab the brownie on the ground and shove it in your mouth. But seeing as he  believes you are some sort of alien that could  probably kill him in a heartbeat, he stops himself.

“Oh right, right,” He laughs, waving his hand as if to dismiss the fact of the portal. “Speaking of,  maybe you can teleport us to the nearest fish and chips shop. Use your powers for good Super Liz.”

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keep-your-crown:

“I’d be a pretty bad assassin if you were  able to notice me and attack me first.” She rolled her eyes before leveling her glare on him again. “You want to let me  go before we really have a problem?”

“So you admit that you are an assassin? Have you come for me then?” Now Connor  is even more on edge. “I cannot until we settle this, until either one of us dies and it won’t be me. I promise you that.”

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thevoices-ofmymind:

Shrugging she takes another sip from her drink and puts it back down on the table. “S’ppose so. Guess it just depends on the person an’ all that.” she muses while adding butter and syrup atop her pancakes.

She mulls over the idea of staying here for a time. It was a bit of a drive after all, and she really did not feel up to spending another who-knows-how long in the car again. “Could probably find a motel or somenthin’ didn’t really think ‘bout that….” she admits as she takes a bite of her food.

“You don’t happen ta know where the cheapest place would be would ya?” she asked once able. She wasn’t exactly poor, but she wasn’t planning on staying that long anyway so why bother spending a ton for a place she was only going to be staying a night in?

“There’s a room free in the girl’s dormitory if you  want to stay there for a while.” He tries to act  casually about it, but the eagerness in his voice betrays him. “I’ll make sure Principal Wells knows, in case he kicks you out.” 

There’s a little hope in him that this little talk might bloom into friendship. He needs more of those nowadays, he can’t keep making enemies forever. “And while you’re there maybe you could try your hand at photography? It’s not hard.” There’s a pause as he considers his next words, “I could help you.”

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Sorry I haven’t been active! I’m currently interstate but will be back on Tuesday! Thanks for your patience.

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Semi-hiatus til the 16th of June because my assessments hit all at once and I am dying . So sorry! Will get to replies as soon as I can I promise!

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keep-your-crown:

A huff escaped her lips, eyes narrowing,  “I’m not the one who pinned a stranger  to a wall for no reason,” her words came out with a growl, she had more important things to do than to deal with someone who  clearly had no idea who she was. “Back off.”

“No reason?” Connor’s brows furrow, getting  slightly agitated now. “How do I know you’re not a spy, or an assassin sent out to kill me? How do I know not to kill you first?” Perhaps he wasn’t so inconspicuous after all, seeing as  how easily you had bumped into him. 

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storybooksbycandlelight:

“Well, good drugs are the sort of thing you take when you’re sick or injured. Anything else is bad, regardless of how it makes you feel. At least in my experience.” Elizabeth not so fondly remembered all those cigarettes smoked just to fit in in Rapture — not a choice she enjoyed making, but necessary for remaining undercover. It might have kept her calm and collected, but Elizabeth didn’t consider it a good trade off in the long run. The smell still bothered her as much as it did fresh out of the tower.

Elizabeth wore a frown as she watched him stand and hold his hand out. She didn’t take it. “If it’d make things better if you weren’t… high, then why are you so determined to get even higher?” Elizabeth questioned. 

“I think I will keep being a ‘boring, old alien’. You don’t look that fit to be walking around anyway. So I’ll stay here til you’re… down.” 

The question had Ren stumped and he was silent for a while. At this moment-- and in the next-- he’ll be contradicting what he says but would not remember any of it. Eventually,  before he could forget the question, he successfully forms an answer. “I just really like brownies, you know? They taste even better with weed.” No they don’t. He’s just really hungry.

A hand is placed over his chest and brows furrow at the comment, looking almost as if he’d been offended, “Not fit? Not fit? Oh Liz. Lizzie, Lizzie, Liz, are you calling me fat?” He looks down and slightly lifts his shirt up to reveal  his belly, placing his hands over it. “Do you think I’ve had too much? Also, can we get fries and gravy?”

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thevoices-ofmymind:

“Apparently.” she agrees with a small grumble following. She’d driven a near 4 hour or maybe longer drive just to get down here cause it was such a mystery when it turned out that the problem all along had just been two cords misplaced and one was also in very bad condition.

Rather then dwell on that though she turned back to the conversation at hand. “Photography huh? That can be pretty niffty at times. Personally I’m drawn ta more of the wildlife shots rather then the more ‘artsy’ kind. But not all are bad I s’ppose”

“I did go ta engineering school for a time.” She admits pausing only a moment as the waitress returned with her order. “But, I kinda grew up working with cars an’ other mechanical things that I didn’t really need it so I dropped out.” She notes with a small shrug while taking a sip from her drink.  

Nathan would snort at that comment if his photographs weren't so weirdly morbid. Or edgy. “Some are bad. If you don’t have the eye for it, it can be.” What the  hell is he even saying. In fact, why is he even putting the effort in talking to you? This isn’t the Nathan everyone knows, and even he knows that. But he pushes off the  negative thoughts, making a friend for once wouldn’t hurt. He has too many enemies nowadays.

“You have some place to stay around here then?” He asks, almost as if he’s going to follow it up by  offering you one.