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@we-are-strcng - Clementine

“Clementine...” The man had just kicked open the door to the shack that he had found. He had taken care of the walkers outside. All of them. He rushed over to the girl, he knew as his little girl and the little boy that was with her. Noticed the cut off bitten leg and her state. “It’s okay, Clementine. You are going to be alright..” He said, then he picked her up into his arms and assured the other, the little kid of who he was. 

[starscattered-blog1]

@we-are-strcng

“I shouldn’t have gotten myself bit.” Clementine was alive, yes, but only because AJ DIDN’T listen to her words and cut off the infected part of her leg. “My mind was jumbled, I was afraid, and... I guess I should have been paying more attention. I’m sorry.”

[almostskylight-blog]

@we-are-strcng    /   pressed the music key !    ♫

        “    Hey, little buddy!    ”   he greets, his voice light and whimsical. Hands come to rest upon his hips as a boyish grin comes across his lips.    “   Ready for piano lesson number un? Or, however you say one in French. I’m probably rusty.  ”     Really, really rusty. Louis only faintly remembers his grade school french lessons. It’s been a long, long time, and his father had pushed both French and Spanish classes on him as a kid. Only the Spanish stuck longer. Somewhat.

[adreamofdoriath]

@we-are-strcng | Inquisition

She was going to kill him. She was going to wring his wretched neck, she was going to hang him upside-down from the battlements until he begged for mercy. Leliana had sent Cassandra off on the warpath with a little tip that somehow, just somehow, the Champion of Kirkwall had come crawling out of the woodwork. A damn miracle.

If Cassandra weren’t certain Varric had known all along where Hawke was, and hadn’t told her, even after everything that had happened.

Up to the battlements she went like a storm cloud, scattering recruits in her wake.

“How could you do this!” she shouted as she reached the top of the steps. “You knew all along and you didn’t--Champion!” Varric, predictably, was nowhere to be seen. But Hawke was there. Her thoughts of murder dissapated for the time being, as she took in that the Champion of Kirkwall was there. “You’re taller than I expected,” she blurted out.

[adreamofdoriath]

@we-are-strcng | cont’d from x

“If it was, I’d say you’ve really let them down,” Hawke remarked, looking at the bodies. “In this case, I’m sure the neighbors will thank you. Or they would, if you weren’t squatting.” In this case, the less Fenris’ neighbors knew about him the better.

Not one to let perfectly good supplies go to waste, Hawke crouched and started going through the pockets of the fallen bandits.

“You alright though?” she asked, looking up at Fenris. The torches had gone out, leaving the narrow alley lit only by the moon and stars, and what light of theirs managed to reach through the fog of Kirkwall. “I don’t need to take you to Anders, do I?”

[almostskylight-blog]

"Louis, you are important. You matter, more than I think you realize.." That last part hurt to say, as if calling attention to the deprecation was just dumping salt into a gaping wound. But Clementine had to be direct, so Louis would know how important he truly is. (( hello don't mind me ))

He’s said it before, ‘I wouldn’t pick me.’ His own opinion of himself reflects back so easily in those simple four words. He’s faked confidence, he’s faked cheerfulness. Everyone else can accomplish major feats, and he’s still unsure of what role he can play. ( Something other than the un-serious, joking idiot he falls into. )

Marlon’s gone for good, and Louis is still left feeling this heavy guilt in his chest about fooling around too much – not getting more involved in everything. Burying his fucking head in the sand. It’s a bitter pill to swallow – the reality.

“   Do you… really think so?   ”

He sounds doubtful, so doubtful, his own walls dropping momentarily. Vulnerable. 

He’s not Marlon, he’s not Violet, he’s not Clementine. He’s just… Louis. ( It’s not enough. Will it ever be enough? ) But – here’s Clementine, this amazing girl whose gone through hell and back and continues to brave through all the turmoil like a brilliant north star in the sky. She thinks he means something and that’s enough. He leans forwards then, to wrap his arms around her and press into her warmth. She’s warm. So warm.

“    Thanks, Clementine… for always listening. For believing in me   ”

For continuing to listen, even now. Even if he doesn’t deserve it. But he’ll try to believe he does – for her.

[tennoutoften]

❝  you know i care about you. you just can be better. i know you can be.  ❞ (( From AJ ))

“Thanks, AJ. For believing in me.” A soft smile lit Tenn’s face, gratitude softening the guilt that had furrowed his brow. It still hurt - knowing he’d messed up. Knowing just how close he’d come to getting more of the people he cared about hurt trying to protect him. 

In a weird way, though, he was almost glad it hurt. All the guilt, and shame, and sadness… the longer he’d sat with them, alone in the woods, the better he understood them. He felt those things because he cared about his friends, and he’d let them down. It hurt to admit it, even to himself. But the hurt sparked something else inside him; a quiet determination that burned just bright enough to light his way home.

He loved his friends. He wanted them to be okay.

He wanted to help them, the way they’d helped him. Even if it was the hardest thing he ever had to do.

“I just hope you’re right.”

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(bite) (( I imagine James accidentally came up behind AJ and he spooked ))

symbol meme. || @we-are-strcng.

(bite) - for your muse to bite mine

            in retrospect, he should have known better than to sneak up on the boy. AJ had proven time and again that he was full of surprises. what he DIDN’T, however, expect was for AJ to bite him.                          { that time in the cave was still fairly fresh in his memory }.            a soft cry of pain escaped him as teeth embedded themselves in his arm, thankfully somewhat protected by his sleeve, James quickly pulling his arm back and checking the damage. it didn’t look too serious, maybe a bruise at most would come from it.

            with a quiet sigh, the ex-whisperer turned his attention back to the boy. he still wasn’t sure how he felt about him and Clementine. regardless, he didn’t entirely hate them either.

                                      『 ❝ AJ... it’s just... me. ❞ 』