#enduir

[joyeus]

that’s... a lot of blood / ren to jess LOL

* ❬❬   ◝  .   @enduir   ( reneesme )    /    𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔠  𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱   .

𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃  ,   𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃  ,   𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃  ,   𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃  .   how  old  is  reneesme  again  ?   old  enough  not  to  be  scarred  for  life  by  her  babysitter  chewing  on  bambi’s  throat  ,   hopefully  .

she’s  a  smart  cookie  ,   though  ,   ‘cause  there  is  an  awful  lot  of  gore  happening  in  the  woods  tonight  .   jessica  flips  her  hair  back  ,   some  of  it  sticking  to  her  face  with  the  dried  blood  smeared  up  her  cheek  .   trying  to  be  graceful  ,   she  lifts  a  hand  and  pries  it  away  .

“    𝔧𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔰  ,   𝔦  𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡  𝔶𝔬𝔲  𝔱𝔬  𝔰𝔦𝔱  𝔱𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱  𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢  𝔦  𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱  𝔞𝔫𝔡  𝔤𝔬𝔱  𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔱𝔬  𝔢𝔞𝔱  .    ”    jessica  exclaims  ,   but  then  shrugs  .    “    in  retrospect  i  ,   like  ,   should’ve  specified  .   but  i’m  a  vampire  ,   kiddo  .    ”

it’s  fucking  freezing  out  ,   too  .   and  jess  knows  this  kid’s  capable  of  getting  a  cold  .   she  wipes  her  hands  on  her  jeans   ( so  long  ,   miss  sixty )   and  tries  to  look  presentable  .

“    come  on  ,   let’s  go  back  to  the  house  .   once  i’ve  cleaned  up  i’ll  ,   like  ,   make  us  popcorn  or  something  .   and  totally  not  to  buy  your  silence  so  that  you  don’t  tell  your  mom  about  the  impromptu  saw  movie  in  your  backyard  .     ”

[joyeus]

“where are you taking me?” / nes to jess

* ❬❬   ◝  .   @enduir​​   ( reneesme )   /    𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯   .

𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃  𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚃  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚄𝚂  ,   𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝙰  𝙶𝙾𝙳  .   jessica  nudges  her  elbow  against  reneesme’s  shoulder  ,   the  gesture  kindly - meant  but  not  exactly  an  answer  .   she  pointedly  waits  until  she’s  backing  out  of  the  cullen’s  driveway  before  giving  that  .

“    𝔴𝔢'𝔯𝔢  𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞  𝔤𝔬  𝔱𝔬  𝔞  𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢  𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡  𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢  𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢  𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔳𝔢  𝔤𝔬𝔱  𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡  𝔞  𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩  .    ”    jess  explains  like  the  girl  in  the  passenger’s  seat  is  being  confronted  with  brand  new  information  .   

hey  ,   for  all  she  knows  ,   she  could  be  right  .   or  this  could  be  kidnapping  .

“   they’re  ,   like  ,   an  oasis  of  civilization  in  the  barren  dessert  of  trees  and  rocks  and  birds  !!    ”   she  continues  .    “    where  you  can  buy  moderately  priced  jeans  and   over - priced  smoothies  .   the  goal  of  today  is  to  get  you  a  new  wardrobe  ,   one  that  you  can  pick  yourself  .    ”

[joyeus]

“there’s so much light in you” / chaos to lucy

* ❬❬   ◝  .   @enduir​   ( chaos )    /    𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯   .

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴  𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙿  𝙾𝙵  𝙰  𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻  𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂  𝙰  𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴  .   perched  on  a  dilapidated  pillar  ,   she  feels  much  smaller  next  to  them  than  she  does  even  hades  .   lucy  is  wary  of  compliments  down  here  ,   usually  those  with  mind  enough  to  give  them  often  have  ulterior  motives  .

but  what  is  the  worst  that  could  happen  ?   she  is  already  dead  .

“    𝔦  𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢  𝔱𝔬  𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨  𝔦𝔱  𝔦𝔰  𝔡𝔲𝔢  𝔱𝔬  𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢  𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩  𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱  𝔦  𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰  𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔶  ,    ”    she  sparkles  ,   tossing  her  hair  and  beaming  in  the  dark  .   chaos  does  not  seem  so  bad  ,   she  thinks  .   

and  many  of  the  gods  sprang  from  them  ,   as  well  .   kind  beings  with  capable  hearts  and  minds  .   the  harm  of  discourse  aside  ,   their  existence  has  allowed  for  her  hope  .

“    joy  in  the  face  of  adversity  is  much  more  interesting  ,   i  have  found  ,   than  the  alternative  .   grief  grows  quite  dull  ,   monotonous  .   there  is  always  light  to  draw  from  ,   as  the  moon  does  the  far - off  sun  .    ”

[spczom]

@enduir​    telegrammed : “ what took you so long to get back ? ” 

coming home was never easy , not after losing a soldier , not after having to shoot a fellow man in the head. nelson was just grateful it hadn’t been him to fire the weapon this time around. he was just thankful it hadn’t been a soldier from his post that they had run into. but the tattered utilities that the man was wearing at the time was going to stick in his mind forever. he wasn’t used to firing on people in america. he certainly wasn’t going to get used to firing on dead service members. he knows the only reason that he wasn’t the one that killed the man was because he fired at the ground , hoping that some sort of army-built-in safety switch would go off and the zombie would duck for cover. no luck. instead he’d endured the pleasure of getting to watch as the man’s face was blown off with a round from the private at his left. colson hadn’t hesitated when he saw that the specialist had missed his shot. and while he had thanked the private in person for stepping up. jermey was , retroactively , rather annoyed with him for pulling a fast one on him. he hadn’t told colson to fire yet... he wanted to ensure they couldn’t save the soldier first and he hadn’t gotten a chance to test his theories.

 he doesn’t know how to tell her , that he didn’t mean to be gone for as long as they did. time did not work out there , the way it did here. an hour felt like a week , and a week felt like a day. it was a strange world out there. it almost made him miss the field --- almost. for at least in the latter , they at least knew where their bullets were going. but more than anything , he doesn’t know how to tell her , that they’ve been back for two days now. and he just hasn’t stopped by to say hi. her father certainly knew he was back , he’s surprised he hadn’t gotten thrown under the bus with that one. there’s a clenching , somewhere deep inside of him. it grows and builds in a strange fascination of despair. something he tries to shove away because , he knows one thing about olive for certain. and it’s that having the man she did as a father has led to her being far more comfortable with things than he gives her credit for. things she should not have to be comfortable with --- things that come with the ups and downs of having everything torn away from you every four years , by an organization that is too busy meeting a mission to care about it’s own personel.

                     << we were looking for food , honest to god ; we didn’t notice we’d been out for weeks , it felt like a few days at most. the fact it was almost a month ... i don’t know why ; we just kept being told : you gotta find more. so we did , the boys complained but what else was new ?  >> he speaks softly , and it takes a moment but his eyes finally leave the flask in is hand to look up at her , they’re inquisitive , as if begging for some sort of release of the guilt inside of him. and when he meets hers the guilt is only fueled more deeply , a fire raging as it’s fed more oxygen. he cares so deeply about those soft features on her face , he cares so much that she care for him. she’s one of the only good things that’s come out of his new hellscape. and he can’t even bring himself to say three little words to her. they felt useless in his world now. 

[spczom]

@enduir​ ! sent   “ i brought you a blanket ”

he’s till unsure of what to do  ;  his voice feels cold , his bones feel cold , everything about him feels like it’s slowly freezing as he sits at the gates of the only home he’ll ever know.             the word home seems to echo in his mind , a soft reminder that ( he is not home ) , he want’s to know if his mother is alright , if his father is alright ----- and ? even now , at his darkest hour. he misses his brother , a man that nelson couldn’t say he had ever actually liked. but a man that now he finds himself , looking up at the stars in the sky and wondering if he is still out there , if he will ever see him again. the man is his own flesh and blood. the man is his himself in another life. and nelson feels horrid that he never used to wish to interact with him in the past. no in the past all he wanted was to forget that he existed. and now . when it was quiet , he could often plague his memory with visions of his childhood , and the boy who looked like a mirror was front and center. 

                 the voice broke through his thoughts.      the voice , that had brought him out of his misery left him with a small smile on his lips. he looked down at the cement between his feet for a moment before turning around to look at the colonel’s daughter walking towards him. ( some would say he was bold to sleep with her , others would argue that he’s just following an old ancient tradition ). she was the only good thing that had occurred to him in the past four years and he was just fine with that. of course , it wasn’t like they were together or anything. it was very different now that the world was ending. most people had given up on dating all together ( mostly because most of his friends girlfriends were civilians and were probably now dead. --- or undead. ) the specialist would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to date her , but it wasn’t as if he could say that to her. it was bad enough that the world was ending but more than that --- her dad was in charge of his career. ( if he was still going to have one ) --- if they ever found a cure for this thing.  

“ thank you. ” reaching out he takes it and drapes it over his shoulders , holding it out for her to join him underneath it. “ it’s pretty quiet tonight , but they stopped coming around here a few months ago anyway... ” it was june now. and sometimes it felt like it was completely gone. and then they’d run into one on a scouting mission to , and have a huge reminder that this thing wasn’t over yet. but for right now. they were far from the danger. and he would much like to enjoy the evening , looking at the stars with her. 

[surviveds-arc]

@enduir​ — deacon & adrian.

“you and mike really plannin’ on blowing up the caves?  ---  you think it’s gonna even work?”

[graunblida]

azgeda octavia & lexa

@enduir uwu

[graunblida]

@enduir​ said: ❝ i’m laying down a curse. i’m cursing the whole fucking thing. ❞

         octavia’s wild ENERGY is often very amusing and this time is no different. while lexa can be equally dramatic, she typically reels it in, especially in the presence of others. by no means is she a superstitious individual, but even lexa would think twice before acting on malediction. “ not in this tower, you won’t. “ it’s mostly said in jest. the tips of her fingers grip the rim of her drinking horn before before she lifts it to her lips. it isn’t often lexa joins her people in drink and livelihood, but every now and then she makes an effort to share in the MERRIMENT whatever is bothering octavia seems to have roots beyond alcohol. “ what could possibly have you so bitter? “