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@dxrkenedheights blair x trick - in da truck

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It's the same haunting memory. Twelve years old. Suffocating beneath the weight of her own mother's hands, submerged relentlessly over and over again. The sensation of drowning clings to her, her eyes opening just as her mother's hands release the pressure and lets her rise. A gasp for breath. Now her senses are assaulted by the faint hum of an engine, a deep rumble that's first loud but once her senses adjust, it's steady. Comforting. She isn't twelve. Her brother is beside her, she can feel his presence now but Blair doesn't look at him. Her eyes are set, dead to the road ahead. Desolate and empty. Pale fingers sweep away pitch black hair from her face, and now her breathing is as steady as the truck's hum.

It was a long time ago. You haven't been drowning for a long time. The whispers overlapping in her head may speak in reassurance but they're harsh, sneering almost. Blair clears her throat, ignoring them as she snatches the map from the center console. Not once addressing her start awake. "Where the fuck is this fucking shithole?" she gripes, peering to all of the scribbles across the paper. Both her and her brother's writing, sometimes crossing out the other as if they interject and correct one another even with a pencil. The next likely possible safetown is their goal, but all Blair can see out of the windows is emptiness. "How's gas?"

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@waterfallswords dani x bea - gas station somewhere in canada

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The diner clings to the gas station like a forgotten memory, the weathered building bearing the scars of time's relentless march. Dani can sense how the interior would once be inviting. Bright yellow walls now tainted, torn, broken. It was family owned, she decided quickly. Pictures and pictures on the wall denoting family recipes passed down generations. Where are they all now? She backs away from the frames that caught her attention, gaze drifting to find her sister disappearing through the door that leads to a kitchen. She's not far behind. Never far behind. "I guess taking some pots would be good. We could actually cook something on a fire." Dani notes, grabbing a pan scattered across a surface and stuffing it into her backpack. "When we find something fresh enough to cook." her words add in a mutter and then a laugh. "Can any of us hunt?" the small group they've joined is a mix match, and Dani is certain that Beatriz has become their unofficial mother. "The motel. Just back there?" she gestures with a nod, referring to the fence surrounding the parking lot and the worn sign indicating a place they could rest from the cold. "Maybe it is not so bad inside. No rat shit or anything." Dani suggests, shrugging while she moves to some cupboards to look for anything else worth taking.

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@dxrkenedheights skadi x astrid - supply depot

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She is a mother again. Something that became woven into the very fabric of Skadi's being but then was torn apart by fate, leaving behind jagged fragments of her sense of self. After witnessing Aren and Svenn's death, Skadi assumed the same of her Astrid, Sylvi and Storr. A tireless search for them among the chaos that found nothing, not even a glimpse of their survival. But here is Astrid. Alive, and they are not reunited in the great halls of Valhalla as Skadi believed would be the only chance to see one another again. Her daughter is alive and Skadi is a mother again.

Her eyes flit over the crates of clothes while she walks through the depot with Astrid, a hand running over the perculiar fabrics as they pass them. Amusement and scrutiny written all over her face. "I have no idea what we are supposed to take from here. All of it seems useless." she admits calmly to Astrid, glancing over her shoulder. The sight of her daughter bringing a pause to Skadi as it surprises her over and over to see her. She is a mother again. "And I do not want to sound like Sigrid does. Like the wind is caught in her armpits every time she moves." a grin twitches at her lips and she turns to continue. "What was it like to follow Thorin everywhere? I imagine there was no logic or reason to anything that you did." more amusement tickles at Skadi then, a chuckle following her words. "Just our luck that all Jansen brothers were found safe and sound and together, hm? No escape."

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@dxrkenedheights fox x kenzie - patrol

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He likes patrol. He can do it very easily, and it helps work away at some of that never endless Fox energy. Even if, every so often, he catches his quickened steps that lead him a little too far ahead from Kenzie and he winds back on himself to reach her side again. Like just now, Fox emerging from the trees where he finds her on the...correct path. "Oh...shit. You're...Where was I going?" he laughs as he glances to Kenzie, and then the way he's just arrived from. "I thought it looked weird." he adds. "Anyways, I was...is Viking a slur?" it's a very pressing question, since the town seems overrun with them. "I like never said the word when I was with Roan. I was kinda...I never heard them say it, you know?" he shrugs, returning to Kenzie's side so they can continue the way they're supposed to. "Did I find a shortcut?" Fox does another double take. "But while I was...wherever I was, I was just thinking that maybe we're all calling them something that's kinda offensive to them."