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"I can barely even hold a tabletop any more and I'm sure my plank form is atrocious, I'm at square one again. How the hell do you even work that stuff out when you're practising alone?"

    He pointed a finger at Lena’s face. “Drop that attitude, first. Don’t judge. Don’t compete.” Yoga had taught him so many things other than the asanas - and he would sure as hell bring the mindset to the other Saviors who wanted to start with yoga too after seeing Benjamin practice. Not that Benjamin had the yoga mindset 24/7, but that was beside the point. “Plank’s a fucking bitch, anyway." Not anymore for this doctor, but he remembered his struggles when he was young.

[eruditehunter]

@perchedupinthetrees

    Lar’ja carefully cleaned each individual lock from blood and grime. He might be a hunter (although more of a biologist of sorts than a hunter), but even hunters needed to be clean. After finding a nice lake, he had stripped down to nothing and sat where the water reached to his chest. Dirt and blood had dried up and all of him needed a good scrub. 

    The dead but walking humans had proved to be quite annoying.

    He dipped his head in the water and rubbed at his crown, face, and neck. The sound of footsteps reached his ears. With a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest, he froze, then quickly turned his head around with a small growl-like noise. 

[survivingnemo]

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

Not Doing Too Good Starters 

He never used to get such bad nightmares, but ever since you-know-what happened...it was inevitable. The world’s current situation, the madness of it all, would settle itself into anyone’s brain - no matter how used to it, how normal it seemed now. It was no different for Nemo, it buried itself deep and come nighttime, dredged up the past to mix with the living nightmare of his reality.

It began with tossing and turning, like his whole body was trying to shake the uncomfortableness from the images playing in his mind. His breathing was deep and every so often something incoherent and irritable sounded from his mouth. On the inside his dream showed him the room he was in at that moment, it was fine beforehand, he was just trudging through forest with his family like nothing was wrong - Lena was there too - but once mention of night was brought up he was transported to where he really lay. His family weren’t there, and the stench of death filled his nostrils. The corpse of his stepfather appeared up close to his face and began to block out all sound but the angered growls telling him that he was always wrong, that it was always his fault. The corpse began to rip at his skin, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, he was stuck through excrutiating pain. It brought up the fact he had killed his brother and images flashed up in his dream-self’s mind. He tried to cry out, the dream slowly fading as consciousness tried to pull him free.

The incoherent babbling continued, the same thing tried over and over again until he suddenly snapped out of it. The word coming out in a clear whsiper just as his eyes opened.

 “Stop.”

It took a second before Nemo shoved himself violently up, as if continuing to lie down would somehow bring him back into his dream, at the same time he heard Lena speak to him and his tear-glistened eyes snapped up to see her by his side. As he calmed his breathing and stopped the shaking, he pulled his desparate eyes away to glance around the room to make sure it was fine before he went back to her.

He nodded, unsure how the rest of the situation would play out, gaze fickering from her to the floor.

 “I’m okay...thanks.”

Nemo wasn’t entirely sure what he was thankful for, it wasn’t like she had done a great favour for him, but the comfort was welcome. He wasn’t too fond of affections of any sort but after such a nightmare, he knew he could use the reassurance. Lena always had that sort of energy about her, or at least that’s how he felt, ever since she had nursed him back to health. He hated feeling so vulnerable, it was starting to become a habit.

[survivingnemo]

perchedupinthetrees replied to your post:|| Going to attempt to get on here tonight, Nemo...

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Positive message: Perchedupinthetrees is one of my favorite TWD OCs of all time. The writer is lovely and so talented! I love watching her interact with Nobodynothin too!

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[survivingnemo]

perchedupinthetrees replied to your post:No one got Lucille’d, they lied – it was, in fact,...

i was drunk in my hotel room when i happened and the hangover immediately hit like fuck this show its messing with my biology

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honestly I would be sad for the show to go but I also wouldn’t care, people write better stuff on here lbr

[survivingnemo]

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His first kills where pretty tough on him but for the most part he bottled up any lingering feelings about it. Because it was such a quick spur of the moment thing, and he had killed the undead about him, it wasn’t too hard and he hadn’t thought about it, swiftly leaving the area and any feelings behind him. But of course it had it’s tolls.

He doesn’t like it, but he can and will and is almost comfortable about it, as long as he doesn’t think too hard about it. He will only murder if it’s for safety and protection for himself or others, even if there are no others physically there - hence his first kill.

However murder is a frightening concept to him still. Murder stories on the news never sat well with him. He is, like anyone should be, frightened of being murdered.