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Driver Every Day 2020 - 026//366 ∟ Day 026 - Pascal W e h r l e i n
a doodle of an oc i drew at the hospital!
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026-365
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Day 026: Condemned.
Featuring Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield.
Dustin Henderson, El Hopper, and Erica Sinclair mentioned.
802 words and no thoughts, only Lumax :D
“Hey, Max, you hungry? I found these in one of the cupboards.” Lucas offers a granola bar and an apple juice box out to Max, who chuckles. “How thoughtful, Stalker.” She jokes, taking the snacks and smiling. Lucas grins, sitting down next to her. “Well, there is only so much I can do to help right now.” He says, gesturing around the RV and she opens the wrapper for the granola bar. “You are helping just by being here, Lucas.” She grabs his hand, and he swallows. “I’m not sure I would have gotten this far without you by my side.” Lucas shrugs. “Of course, Max. I wouldn't leave you for the world. Anything to make sure you’re safe.” And she knows he means that fully. “I know, which makes this so much harder.” She says, rubbing her arm. “It’s just not my first priority.” He frowns. “What isn’t?” She swallows. She avoids his gaze, looking out the window behind them. “Surely, you don’t mean surviving? You gotta survive, Max!” He says, grabbing her shoulders, and giving her a gentle shake. “Well, if the world keeps spinning because I die, I think I’m okay with dying.” Lucas scoffs, and wraps her in a hug.
“And if you are my world, Max?” He asks, and she bites her lip. “I’m not saying I want to go. But even Billy was willing to die to save the world. It would be selfish to want to live if I could save the world and all of you guys.” He rubs her back, and she rests her head on his shoulder. “After all of the things you have dealt with, I feel like you deserve some selfishness.” She looks up at him, and he smiles. “I’ll do my best to stay alive, okay?” Lucas nods, as he brushes a stray hair from her braid behind her ear. “Promise me you’ll fight and you’ll survive, okay? Can you do that?” Max sighs. She wasn’t even sure her plan to avoid Vecna would work, but she couldn’t bear to see Lucas sad. She chuckles, trying to go for confidence. “Promise. I’ll go to my happy place, and he won’t hurt me.” He pulls her into another hug. “I’m gonna hold you to that, Mad Max.” He says, as he pulls away. She gives him a salute. “Don’t worry, Stalker. You won’t lose me easily.” They both grin. She closes her eyes, laying against Lucas. He shifts his arm to balance her, and her headphones slip down.
She opens her mouth to comment about that, but Lucas is already grabbing them, and adjusting them onto her head. “I’m gonna try to get some rest.” She says, and he nods. “I’ll make sure Dustin and Erica keep their traps shut so you can sleep.” He says, as he stands. He sets her down on the seat, and drapes a blanket that was hanging over the back of the seat over her. He tucks in the sides, and opens her eyes for a moment to see Lucas walk up to Dustin and Erica, and points back to Max. She watches him wave his finger in a way that reminds her of Steve scolding them. Dustin nods, as Lucas gestures for quiet. Erica rolls her eyes, but she makes eye contact with Max, and she swallows. She turns to look out the window, and says nothing more. Lucas walks back, and sits at her feet. “They aren’t gonna make noise. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be right here, okay?” Max gives him a thumbs up, and presses her face into the seat. If there were even two people as thoughtful as Lucas in the world, the world might not be such a sh!thole. She thinks, cracking a smile. Not that she would ever say that to his face. It might go to his moronic head. She reaches a hand down, finding the top of his head, and she runs her fingers through his hair.
She can hear him chuckle, although he says nothing. Even if she was the one to break up with him, she really wished she didn’t. It was the right call, because she needed to work on herself, but she missed him so much. When we get out of this, I’m gonna have to ask him out again. And get used to going to his basketball games, I guess. I should learn the rules so I’m not completely in the dark. She sighs, as Running Up That Hill plays faintly in her headphones. I have to survive for his sake. For El, for Dustin, for everyone. But if not for anything or anyone else, I have to make it for Lucas. After all, I made him a promise. And this party takes its promises seriously.
Day 026: Pack Bonding
"Really Kayden," Henley flopped onto the couch next to Graeme as he did his best not to spill his drink. She mumbled an apology before looking back to her Alpha, "Board games is your idea of pack bonding?"
"You got it Champ," Kayden made his way into the living room, his arm filled with drinks, and a bowl of snacks in his other hand. He placed the bowl down before tossing the cans around the room to the other pack members. Henley caught a can that was tossed to and sighed.
"Come on Graeme, you couldn't talk him into anything else, like axe throwing or something," Henley whined to the pack's Beta.
Locke was perched on one of the couch arms. They were caught off guard by her suggested idea that they loudly snorted, "Yeah 'cause you and sharp things is always a good idea."
"Oh shut it, Locke," Without even a moment's hesitation Henley reached out and started to smack them. Locke couldn't help but laugh as they attempted to hide and deflect the hits with their arm.
"Alright, alright," Kayden tried to call attention back to him as he pulled out the first board game. As soon as the pack saw what it was, they all groaned in unison.
Henley and Locke looked over to see what had caused such a commotion with the rest of the pack and they both groaned. Henley pinched the bridge of her nose, "This is actually hell. Isn't it."
Inktober Day 026 -
A Merciless Watcher of the Pthumerian Dungeons.
(I laugh every time this guy roll-attacks.)
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