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[indyflanery]

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LOCATION: Salamis Island

                    1 Nautical Mile West of Mainland Athens, Greece

TIME: The End of the World

@scavengerslikeme & @indyflanery

[rilesbaker-blog]

@scavengerslikeme​ said: “ come 'ere. ” 

THE KITCHEN LOOKS LIKE A HORROR-SHOW-- a massacre happened here with the remains of end-trails and dark swatches of BLOOD painting a horrific picture against the floor and cupboards. In spite of Jack’s beckoning, Riley remains still, studying the scene before her. She swallows hard on the lump forming in her throat-- shit like this made her nervous, made her curious to what HAPPENED to the dead thing that CAUSED such chaos in this little kitchen at the end of the WORLD.

“Coming,” she murmurs softly, finally turning on her heel to cinch the gap between her and the Irishman.

[feckingeigersanction]

@scavengerslikeme

“Yer still here, are ye?” 

[indyflanery]

“I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.” ~ Jack

Indy chuckled as he shook his head at his companion. “Your self-confidence is quite obvious, Jack. Don’t confuse it with egotism. I still want you to come back home. I would be very disappointed if you didn’t and left me by myself if you died on a run.”

[indyflanery]

⭐ - Jack

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@scavengerslikeme

"Even Mars once had water on its surface."

[indyflanery]

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“Do ya got any better place ta be?” He rocked back and forth on his hips to find a comfortable place. They had talked about getting a boat to check out the mainland, but he’d been putting it off. He knew what they’d find, the he was trying to postpone that truth.

“Aye, there is someone who very well might. He stares at ya with those big brown doe eyes of his and makes the little gurglin’ sound when yer near. Give him another six months and he’ll be toddlin’ after ya. I’d lay odds, yer name is the first word out of his month.” Jack smiled softly and turned his head to look at Indy.

He hummed vaguely in answer. No, he didn’t have anywhere to be, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to look for somewhere else. Part restlessness, part being fed up with being a babysitter were the reasons why he didn’t want to be on this island anymore. The end of the world was terrible for someone like him.

He chuckled softly at Jack’s teasing. Indy was pretty sure there was no brain trust on the island to teach the only toddler in their group astronomy. And it certainly wasn’t his field. “The kid might be the only one who’ll listen to me, then,” he mused offhandedly before leaning against Jack and taking a measure of comfort. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Jack. I’m getting tired.”

[indyflanery]

It had been the kind of week, he reflected as he climbed the stairs to the rooftop, where it was a miracle they were both still alive. Indy had disappeared over two hours ago, and he gave him his space, but as the sun went down and the sky began to darken, he wanted to make sure he was okay. The roof top had become their space, and Jack knew he'd find him there. Settling down beside him in a half recline, he looked up at the moonless sky "I bet they name constellations after ya one day.”

@scavengerslikeme

Indy had tucked himself away on the roof after the latest burial of one of the dwindling group numbers. He’d done the digging, the logical choice, and it bothered him that a good amount of their compound still had trouble with the idea of general safety. He wasn’t even sure why he and Jack stayed. Maybe it was a case of better the devil you know. On days like today, he was greatly frustrated.

“That implies there’s anyone left to do so,” he murmured, feeling settled with his companion sitting down with him. He really was grateful for Jack knowing when he needed space and when he was fine with his comfort. “Why are we still here? Things haven’t gotten better. We could be just fine taking our chances on our own.”

[rilesbaker-blog]

63. Hug around waist ~ Jack

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63. Hug around waist 

SHE NOTICES HIM LOUNGING IN A CHAIR, that ponderous look about the Irishman while he dabs the nib of his pen against his tongue and begins to work. It’s been several MONTHS since the pair of them took off from their enclave and began their journey together. Trip would soon follow after whenever he decided it was time for him to LEAVE– she wouldn’t expect him to stay, but then again, he was blossoming without them. Perhaps their bespectacled friend was already on his way– or not.

Regardless of her MENIAL thoughts, Riley emerges from the threshold of the living space and enters the foyer where Jack is wiling about with his free time drawing. She mutters a small “hey” before sidling up against the side of his chair. Leaning down she presses a KISS to his temple, eyes shifting towards the way he absently scratches away along the thick paper. When Jack has finished with the stroke, he smiles warmly up at Riley and turns his chair.

“C’mere love,” he drawls reaching for her and pulling her close against him, arms wrapped about her waist. Riley doesn’t deny the affection and falls into his EMBRACE, fingers carding through the unruly crop of hair atop the Irishman’s head. “Nap well?”

Riley shrugs a little, glancing towards the little window above the worn bookcase. “More or less,” she answers somberly– she’d dreamt of her Dad again, but didn’t want to voice the nightmare aloud. “I was restless. Couldn’t relax,” she added tilting his head up towards her, so she could get a good look at his face. The striking blue of his eyes were gentle and welcoming.

“Ye didn’t ‘ave to lay on the bay window– ain’t much for comfort.”

“I know, but…” She trailed off and simply gave another shrug. “It was a nice day.”

Jack laughs a little but doesn’t pursue the conversation much further than that. “Ye gotta take care o’ yerself, Riles.” With one hand still wrapped protectively against her waist, the other smooths up to splay against her back, digits cautiously flirting along the upraised SCAR TISSUE at her spine. Once upon a time ago, she would have shied away from the gesture, but with the comfort and tenderness that she’d warranted from the Irishman, Riley wasn’t afraid of his touch.

“I will.”