💃 um is this pre - or post - outbreak ? surprise me pls !
━━ & @nondeserve * MEME / ACCEPTING
💃 : dance with my muse post-apoc * post-death
he smelled the same . moved the same . felt the same . as eric laid his head on his partners shoulder , swaying along to music that wasn’t there , it was as if not a single moment had passed since their last meeting though that was FAR from the truth . it was hard to tell what was or wasn’t happening , or who it was or wasn’t happening to . it so easily could have been a dream , remnants of a memory brought back as aaron slept in the arms of someone else . it also could have been a little piece of paradise , not constant , but a slice of what eric was allowed to experience from time to time . either way , it was happening . it was them , together , exactly how it was meant to be .
flashes of the truth would shine through in small ways the smell of gunpowder && blood , the feel of dead weight in aaron’s arms . eric’s hands , cold , but being held with such care that whatever he could no longer feel didn’t seem to matter . the truth was there , but for an instant that felt like a lifetime , the truth didn’t matter .
soon enough they would be pulled apart yet again eric would go back to being nothing && everything , aaron would go back to being blissfully happy && wholeheartedly loved in his new life but not yet . the truth could wait for just a little while longer .













