#vengcxnce

[firstloss]

@vengcxnce​

          “--Sorry about that. My dad’s been kinda clingy because of this whole college thing...” Sarah grunted as she sat down the last of her boxes in the corner of her new dorm room. If she had let him, she’s almost certain her dad would have stayed all day. It finally took Uncle Tommy practically dragging him out by the arm to get him to leave. 

          A brilliant smile stretched across Sarah’s face as she wiped her hands on her jeans and turned to face her new roommate. Butterflies circled around in her belly, but she was determined to start off her freshman year on the right foot. “Do y’need any help unpackin’?”

[careol-arc]

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          ❛ that’s a dangerous move. ❜  carol says quietly, glancing at the girl.  ❛ we can’t go it alone in this world, no matter how much we may want to. ❜

[unbittxn]

❛ WE’RE WELL PAST THAT. ❜

❝ YEAH, I CAN KIND OF TELL THAT !! ❞

「 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩, why were they yelling?she wasn’t even too sure. she kn-ew they were supposed to be quiet,given that the “ monsters ” ( as aj w-ould call them ) responded to sound,yet she couldn’t help herself. 」 

[firstloss]

firstloss asked:

"I can’t believe I let you convince me t' go on a trip that requires gettin' up before 7:00 AM."

@vengcxnce answered:

   “What?” Ellie had the biggest, cheesiest grin on her face. “Not a morning person?” Ellie was SUCH a morning person. She wakes up all smiles and cheerful. She likes the sun. She likes the cool breeze of the morning.

  “C’mon. We gotta hit the road, gorgeous or else we’ll get into rush hour. And my road rage will drown out my happy morning.”  

          “At least one’ve us is havin’ a happy morning,” Sarah grumped. An unused hairbrush dangled from one hand and an overstuffed duffle bag in the other. How Ellie could look at her with her hair a mess, bags under her eyes, and a grouchy scowl and still call her ‘gorgeous’ she’d never know. 

          Sarah slid her bag into the back seat and climbed up into the passenger’s. Her mouth opened in a massive yawn. “Ugh... Can we stop somewhere for coffee?”

[firstloss]

firstloss asked:

"You're alright-- You're alright. Just calm down."

@vengcxnce​:

She’s crying. She’s crying. And bawling. And heaving. And nothing is helping her.

   Ellie hears Sarahs soothing voice. She feels heat radiating from the other and it’s sort of soothing and she just wants it to stop. “I just don’t… know what happened.”

   This is all over a nightmare. She’s LIVING a nightmare. Monsters everywhere. And shes crying over a nightmare about Joels death. Which makes this even more innapropriate as the girl comforting her right now was Sarah herself. That brings on guilt. Why did she feel so bad about Joels death? She hasn’t even comforted Sarah about the situation and she’s his biological daughter. Does she even know he’s dead? They’ve never really talked about it.

   Her fists were balled on the round as she started taking deep breaths. Finally calming down. “I’m.. Sorry..”

          “Hey, hey, hey...” Sarah knelt in front of Ellie and gently brushed her tears away. “Don’t apologize. I wasn’t asleep. You were just havin’ a bad dream, that’s all. Just a dream.”

          It was times like this that made Sarah realize that no matter how tough Ellie seemed, no matter how many runners and clickers she took down, she was still a kid. She remembered all the times Joel or Tommy would comfort her, back before the world crumbled, when everything was simple. She remembered, too, the nights she had cried alone in the Austin QZ after a nightmare. Without her father or uncle, no one had been there for her, and those memories made it all the more important to Sarah to be there for Ellie. 

        “Breathe for me. I’ll find the matches ‘n’ light a candle or somethin’, okay?”

[wisenedup]

@vengcxnce || boop

   “Doesn’t look like nothing.”

   Ellie grabbed a cloth rag out of her pocket and held it out to him. “I’ll find us some alcohol to clean that out, alright?”

Bill grimaced as he took the rag, dabbing at the wound. One would think he’d have become accustomed to the sight of blood- no, it was less the blood and more the damage that did him in. Blood, he could handle. The way skin and muscle looked when it was broken?       He turned his face, grunting a “Yeah.”