#inter: zane

[pmuchdead]

“Please, please don’t.” 

isolation meme

Pleading will get him nowhere. At this point, Shane's firmer in his stance, a steady shake of his head offered up to the words. "We gotta talk about this," The sooner they do, the quicker they can be done with it. "What did I say? Tell me the exact words I said 'bout you goin' out there by yourself," It's not that he thinks Zane incapable -- it's the fact of not being informed, left in the dark, that elicits the stern gaze.

[pmuchdead]

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

hurt meme.

Movement already slowed in pace grinds to a halt, intense, sweat-soaked features locked onto youthful ones in disbelief. "That your idea of a joke?" Are they both exhausted, physically and mentally drained? Absolutely. That doesn't matter jack shit, however. Not when it comes to getting his son to safety. Relative as it may be, they're sitting shitty out in the woods, where hissing moans lurk around every length of moss-covered bark. "C'mere--" Now kneeling, beckoning Zane onward in a motion towards his back. "Need to give that leg a rest, c'mon now," 

Adjusting takes a couple of seconds, but when they're righted, Shane's already trudging forward, hands clasped tight to his weary boy. “Y’wanna hear a real joke - I ever tell y’bout the time I went on my first date?”

[pmuchdead]

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

hurt meme.

Growl surfacing past his throat, and even that simple act recollects the ghost of pain from a simple exhale. It's his own damn fault, but after the countless times he's been told to 'sit down' and 'rest up', the restlessness is becoming equally unbearable. "Jus' wanted to get some water. Didn't think that was too much of a strain',"

[pmuchdead]

❛ You don’t know what I’m capable of. ❜

chilling adventures of sabrina sentence prompts

Once, Shane would have seized the youth's jaw, unpleasantly surprised to hear such words spoken towards him, talked some sense into that thick skull he knew all too well. A part of him still sent a stern glower in Zane's direction, a sure sign that it was best to watch his mouth. But he couldn't deny the validity of his words - they had all been tested, still were being tested, and just what lengths they were willing to go seemed to stretch on into eternity. To survive, limits were a fickle concept. He had come to terms with not necessarily being the 'hero' in this story; not anymore. To find that stance resonating from his own flesh and blood... it left him feeling horribly conflicted. "An' what exactly are you 'capable of', hm? What am I obviously missin' when it comes to what you can and can't do, Zane?"

[pmuchdead]

“no, i fucked up, i know i did.”

WHEN  WE’RE  GONE  SENTENCE  STARTERS  .

It's one of many very last things he yearns to hear pass his son's lips. Although it's not entirely true, but with enough of his involvement that the situation might have been avoidable. The walker truly deceased at their feet is proof of that. " 'S why I told you to stay put," Emphasis on the final word, tongue darting out to rest near the corner of his mouth. "An' watch your mouth," Softer, though still harboring the same finality that renders the subject of Zane's wandering off closed. "C'mon, stay behind me,"

[pmuchdead]

❛ You changed your hair. ❜

chilling adventures of sabrina sentence prompts

Is it that obvious? in literal terms yes, the stark contrast of having hair one day only for it to disappear overnight is hard to overlook. It's the fact that he's been approached so often concerning the cosmetic switch. The decision had been made in haste, though necessary. Shrouded in a haze of billowing steam, unable to tear his eyes away from the mirror for too long a period. The man which had stared back, intensified gaze raking over the condensation laden image, looked nowhere near familiar. In so many ways, they were dissimilar. And yet connected by strands of the past, worn and weathered, threaded through ties now aligning with present. Every step forward dictating how the differing parts of himself would eventually align. Though for Zane, only for Zane, could he pull himself out of the ever present fog of guilt, fingers rubbing across his scalp with a faint smile. "Figured it'd be easier to keep up," Digits moved to ruffle the youth's tresses fondly, "Maybe we oughta think about givin' yours a cut, huh?"

[pmuchdead]

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

late nights

Peaceful. There's little restraint in the scoff that parts his lips, not mocking but pure disbelief as to the words spoken. "I know you're not afraid. But it ain't about that - 's about carin' that you're alive, not... bein' passive about it," Before all of this? A different interpretation might be reached, his reaction less vigorous. Less insistent. But here they are, the veins slithering underneath his neck beginning to showcase in a consistent throb. "There ain't no more 'peace' in death, Zane. An' I'll be damned if I let you test that,"

[pmuchdead]

“  he won’t listen to me.  ”

misc sentence starters

"Not everyone's gonna, son," Take them back a few years, the next words to pass his lips would lean on the side of force. Shane knows that underneath brute force, he can weild the gift of his tongue just as fervently. "Y'already tried talkin', now jus' give him some space. Let everythin' sink in," With everything that's been going on lately, he's not surprised there's some resistance. "He'll come around. If he doesn't, then we'll start lookin' through... other options,"