#eden starters

[thiswitheringflower]

plot: honestly i'd love a like maybe friends to lovers, or love interest, old love interest, ex, someone that's liked her a long time, anything but give me like, eden not coping with her breaths death and depression and just, someone seeing it more than anyone else? like a sneaking away from a social gathering or something i just think it'd be cute. open to all.

part of her had wanted to be here earlier but right now, now that she was amongst people happy and smiling, giggling and howling with laughter? there was nowhere she'd rather be less. how did they expect her to sit there and fake her smile when she felt so low, all the time? it'd been weeks now.. weeks her brother, ben had been gone and it was like everyone had forgotten him, whilst she never could.

rather than sit there, she slid away, said that she was going to the bathroom and left out of the back and it was blatantly clear she'd spent some time in the bathroom crying. their voice had her jump, caught red handed. "i didn't think anyone would notice.." she admitted timidly. tired. that's how she looked. tired, and she was never like that.. she was always bubbly and bright, the brightest giggle in the room. "why are you being so... gentle with me? why are you even out here, everyone is in there having fun, you should be."

[thiswitheringflower]

plot: zombie apocalypse but it’s a rare sight to see an alive human out on their own these days, and my muse is very on edge, wary and frightened after her settlement was attacked. open to all.

“put it back.” the click of a gun couldn’t have been louder in the silence of this shop. she’d pried open the door to get in here, it felt safe given that was the only way in or out, it was hard to budge, none of the dead would get in easily. “the— the knife you picked up, put it back. it’s mine. do anything else and i’ll shoot.” that knife was sentimental to her, but you could tell by the waver in her voice, she really didn’t want to kill another human when they were still.. themselves. everyone knew it by now, there’d never be a cure, what those things became.. was not human. eden looked worse for wear, like she’d been surviving on her own for weeks now. her skin stained by dirt and her eyes kept falling to the water slotted into their backpack. she was hungry sure, but thirst was awful. her throat felt like sandpaper. one hand remained holding that gun firmly, the other was holding her own shoulder. she was hurt, and hurt out here was as good as a death sentence. “i don’t want to hurt you, i won’t follow you or anything like that but i.. want that back.” she slightly tilted her head, brows pulling sadly. “please don’t make me do this.”