#forsakentyler

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"Its been a while since I've seen you.." - @foresakentyler

@forsakentyler

❝Yea, it has…❞ 

Prim rubbed the back of her neck, looking down at the pavement. She hadn’t seen Tyler since they got caught by the weather. She had been wondering if he was still alive, and seeing him in front of her was a relief. 

❝You look like you’ve been through hell. How are ya?❞

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"Cant sleep?" (for Tyler)

the mournful, the restless — ACCEPTING — @forsakentyler

That obvious? Well, when you park your ass outside the safehouse, and in the middle of the night no less, it isn’t too hard to tell you’re unable to sleep.

❝Yea. Never been one for sleep, anyhow. Too much goin’ on in my mind to rest any. Sorry if I woke ya up by coming out here. I’ll try to be quieter next time.❞

Prim set her gun on her lap, cracking her knuckles out of nervous habit. The darkness under her tired eyes, the slight slur in her words, slumping against the wall – all signs of her exhaustion. Sleep was never one to come to her, more playing a game of cat and mouse which resulted in getting less than 2 hours of sleep every night if she was lucky. 

The past few nights have been the worst of it; her sitting up all night, fixing her guns, watching the door, wandering around the safehouse quietly, checking on her friends, back to the door and her weapons -- an unkind cycle of anxious movements, uneven pacing and frantic movement plans. She’s been up and moving again within 15 minutes of everyone going to sleep, maps spread on the floor with markers and stray bullets. Guns, disassembled and reassembled, scattered on countertops, pieces lying here and there. Molotovs being made, pipe bombs being perfected, jar of bile lined up tightly in one corner of the available tables. Medkits, pills, adrenaline – all in disarray as the arsonist attempts to make sure everything is well packed and ready for the group’s next day of travel. Everything she does when she can’t sleep and needs to stay busy.

4 days of this. 4 fucking days of being awake at all hours. Why can’t I just sleep?

❝What’s got you active, Ty? Just as restless as me or somethin’ else?❞

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😊 Sit down next to my muse (For Tyler)

Nonverbal RP Starters — ACCEPTING

😊 — Sit down next to my muse 

@forsakentyler

❝Shit.❞ 

Prim and Tyler had been walking around when clouds started rolling in. When it started to sprinkle, they’d discussed finding cover, but Prim dismissed it as the rain hadn’t really been coming down enough for it to be an issue. Prim had been through hurricanes in her life, and thought the rain would clear up quickly. Boy, was she wrong. Instead of clearing up, it had been a light rain that turned into a heavy downpour within 15 minutes. And by the time the duo had found shelter, they were soaked to the bone, leaving Prim sitting in a corner, shivering intensely. When Tyler had sat next to her, she moved closer, basking in the warmth he radiated. 

❝Sorry for getting us stuck out here in this. We should’ve turned back when it started. Sorry.❞

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⭐ "My god, your hair's really soft. How do you do it?" { @foresakentyler }

send in ⭐ to touch my muse’s hair. — ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

The arsonist shrugged, never really considering such minute details about her appearance. John had said the same to her several times, but she would always brush it off with a stupid grin and laughter.

❝Must just be how my hair naturally is. And, all things considered, I’m surprised it’s remained this way. I thought the apocalypse woulda wrecked everythin’, but I suppose some things remain the same.❞

Strangely, Primrose didn’t shy away from being touched. Quite the opposite. She leaned into it, basking in the rare affection shown by the other. Not very often someone is gentle and kind, even less with total strangers. 

❝I’m Prim, by the way. What’s your name?❞