#fogtaken

[haelinghands]

@fogtaken​.     ✐

                        the time spent in the fog was hard on all of them. both mentally, and physically. even if they did escape their trials, didn’t have a part of their soul ripped from them ; it was terrifying, the world that they lived in. there wasn’t much hope in it, either. they knew even if they escape there wasn’t much else waiting them beyond those exit gates, but the idea of death terrifies her more. of having her soul ripped apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left, and then simply being discarded into the void.  

                        claudette can see how tired kate was.  how tired she is -- she knew how hard it was to try to find reasons to keep on fighting. so she speaks, and she hopes that what she has to say eases some of the dread that kate holds. 

                        ❛ I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there. ❜  

[daedhard-a]

@fogtaken.   ❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞ 

                        the enhanced empathy that claudette held for other people has always impressed king. the two of them spent a considerable amount of time together at the last trial, since david spent a considerable amount of time running head first into the killer to have them crush him under their weapon. bones split and blood spilt - picked up only to be hitched up on a hook.  he hadn’t made it, sought out the killer to allow them to take king while the rest of the survivors escaped. he thinks even here there’s a large part of him that still craves violence, too. seeks it out, consumed it trial after trial but never feeling satiated. 

                        it just left him feeling -- fucking worse,  if anything. a piece of his soul ripped from his being and his body placed back at camp now he was here,  sat at his cot, his hands balled into fists as tries to just breathe. he feels sick,  weak -- and he wants to go again.  david hates sitting here in wait, he doesn’t think he needs the time to recover and he feels useless doing nothing. 

                        king figures he won’t sleep tonight, another restless evening until he’s called to be of use again. but claudette leaves the solidarity of her homestead to stand in front of him now. king asks her what she wants, and she says what she does.. i’m not expecting anything, just thought it’d be nice to keep him company..   

                        there wasn’t any reason david could think of to say no, and he wanted the company, even if he wouldn’t admit to that aloud in fear that it would make him look weak. he takes a moment before he nods, makes room for her and eventually his gaze meets hers.    

                        ❛ .. yeah, yeah..  please. ❜    he normally isn’t this polite, either, he’s sure she knows this -- but he was coming from a place of vulnerability, and he didn’t want to fuck it up by saying his normal stupid shit.