#verse:z-day

[little-earthquakes-rp]

“So rumor has it Lucas wants to know about your real relationship with Em. You gonna tell him?”

Lennon turned in time hoping the other didn’t catch the blush which crept up her neck and ripened on her cheeks. Unsure how the other was even privy to the information after the trio had been so discreet.  With the exception of the first couple of days, she’d hardly seen either Em or Alex. Letting her eyes set on the tree line she tried to shrug off the intrusive question. “I don’t know what you're talking about? There is nothing to tell.” In her heart, she knew if he brought it up she’d have little choice but to admit to the relationship. The real question was how would it affect him.

[hold-on-etta-blog]

Penned for @crispin-porter

There was to be a bonding ceremony in the morning, and while it was shared that it would be for Allison Ellis; the young musician, she secretly hoped it would be her own as well. The fall evening had brought a cool chill to the air and Etta had enough peace of mind to retire to the room early wanting to prepare it for Crispin. Grabbing the poker from the fire she shifted a log lost in a daydream when she heard the door open. Sighing out a small expletive, “Shit,” as she was not ready for him. 

Running her hands down the skirt of her day dress, nervously before she turned and proceeded to walk towards the enigmatic man. Keeping her eyes lowered she stopped within in a couple of feet before she greeted him, “I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” Tenativly lifting her gaze to his she offered a soft smile, “I thought that maybe the preparation for the ceremony would take a bit longer.” Clutching her hands together there was no better time to make her small request. “Truthfully I was hoping there might be more than one ceremony tomorrow.” 

[little-earthquakes-rp]

❤️💖💜 💗 Gus from Harper

Typically there is a time and a place for everything and the backdrop of a cult hellbent on forced reproduction isn’t typically one for love to unfurl and blossom. Not that will subdue and stirrings he has for Harper.  In fact, it will only solidify his feelings as things intensify.  

[angus-gus-edison]

“What are you going to do when Lucas comes back for his girl?”

“What? Is he going to do a pussy and pecker check or something?” Putting his hands on hips he sighed, “The fucker is obviously testing us so I’ll give him a story about a proper tupping if it’s what he’s looking for.” Looking back to the trees he hated the thought of Lucas gathering up Harper. It was apparent she was frightened by the man and the circumstances here. The last thing he wanted was for her to have to go with him. What could he do?

[hold-on-etta-blog]

What do you really think of Frank? Or are you just using him to get away from Crispin?

It was an easy enough question, “I think he’s honest and has managed to figure out the workings of this place long before I ever did.” Even still she couldn’t get over how quickly she fell into trust with Frank. There was just something about him which led her to believe he was sincere. She did remind herself now and again that maybe she wasn’t the best judge of character given a poor track record. Taking offense to the next question she shook her head, “I’m not using anyone and I doubt Frank’s the type of man you can pull one over on.” 

[hold-on-etta-blog]

“You have to keep it a secret. I’ll find out if you tell anyone.” Crispin to Etta

Emotional Manipulation Starters// Accepting 

Etta’s breath hitched in her throat with the threat. If the last several weeks had proven anything it was–Crispin always followed through. The fact she caught him in the act of bedding another woman should have left her infuriated; however, she was scared. What the hell was happening? Time was not on her side and he’d been nothing but distant as of late. As tears glossed over her blue eyes she nodded, “I won’t say anything about the blonde mistress.” A tear tracked down her cheek which she quickly wiped before finishing, “to anyone.”  Rejection welled up in her chest threatening to choke her, or at least so it seemed. Unable to meet his gaze she looked down meekly, “Am I not enough?” 

[hold-on-etta-blog]

Penned for Leya @fatesacred

Unsure of the hour the young woman rose from her makeshift bed in the back of heavily looted CEFCO. Rolling up her blanket she secured it with a bungee cord to her backpack. Wandering into town two days ago she had managed to keep away from the horde which she had seen only from a distance thus far, but knew she should probably move on before her luck ran out. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she thought she heard footsteps. Being as quiet as possible she reached for her brush-ax and hugged it close to her body. Now in a crouched poistion, she was positive she heard someone coming, and slowly rose to her feet. Walking towards the end of the shelf she peered around to find a young woman and immediately ducked back behind the safety of the metal unit. Gripping the ax tighter she did her best trying not disturb any of the stuff that was littered about on the floor.

Etta couldn’t help but wish them away and stood there ready for anyone if they chose to come around the corner; however, when she heard the timbre of feminine voices the fear subsided slightly. Not that it should have as she found anyone can be dangerous and cruelty has no gender bias, but something about the situation seemed like a reprieve. Frankly, at this point she was hungry and road torn, and if someone was going to kill her for what little she carried she ready to meet her maker.

Taking a deep breath she stepped on crumbled up paper and broken glass as she made her way around the corner. If they didn't know she was there before they surely would know now. With the ax down at her side in a non-threatening manner, she called out to the woman. “Hey, whatever you’re looking for I doubt it’s here. This place has been picked over pretty well. Just a shelter at this point.”