抖阴社区

ROOTING  FOR  THE  ANTI-HERO,  @lvesrage :
            
            what  makes  you  think  we're  walking?     {  despite  this  statement  five  continues  to  stride  alongside  kris,   hands  jammed  into  the  pockets  of  his  shorts  like  an  agitated  schoolboy.  }    i  made  a  deal.   a very,   (very)   important  deal,   and  i  need  your  help  in  making  sure  it's  fulfilled.

@untilends-   |  you’ll  explain  to  me  as  i  walk  with  you,  thank  you  very  much.  (  she  furrows  her  eyebrows,  gritting  her  teeth.  )  you’re  freakin’  me  out.

@untilends-   |  besides  everything…  (  her  fingers  ghost  over  her  neck,  swallowing  thickly.  )  you  don’t  want  answers?  he’s…  willing  to  give  them.  

ROOTING  FOR  THE  ANTI-HERO,  @lvesrage :
            
            day  three  thousand  and  twelve.    otherwise  known  as  year  eight,   or  march  fourth  if  we're  going  by  the  date.   {  eight  years.   eight  years  of  nothing  but  the  company  of  kris  and  the  corpses  of  most  his  siblings,   sitting,   sleeping,   living  in  the  rubble  of  what  was  once  his  world.    it's  an  ache  that's  only  festering  with  time,   and  this  calendar  provides  him  no  help.  }   maybe  give  or  take  a  few  days.   i  used  to  have  the  leap  years  memorized,   but  i  stopped  caring  after  a  while.
            
            *    you  read  my  mind ,, 

@untilends-   |  (  she  pokes  at  the  paper,  furrowing  her  eyebrows  and  shaking  her  head.  )  …  what  day  are  we  on?  do  you  remember?  
            
            /  sorry,,  apocalypse days!!

ROOTING  FOR  THE  ANTI-HERO,  @lvesrage :
            
            {  the  feeling  of  kris'  arms  around  him  has  become  a  comforting  familiarity  in  five's  life.   redundant  as  the  day  once  felt  and  ridiculous  as  he  undoubtedly  looked  in  a  sea  of  pink  and  red,   not  an  ounce  of  him  can  bother  dismissing  today  as  an  unnecessary  celebration  of  what  he  does  every  day.   kris'  happiness  would  be  worth  every  second  he  spent  hauling  around  that  oversized  stuffed  dog  after  all.   }    of  course.    {  he  says,   one  hand  smoothing  over  her  hair  reflexively.  }    i  know  you've  been  excited  for  this.    ( .. )    i  don't  think  i  need  to  ask,   but  for  romantic's  sake,   do  you  like  it?

@untilends-   |  no.  fucking.  way.  (  she  almost  drops  her  pursed,  looking  around  with  widened  eyes.  )  this  feels  like  one  of  those  movies.  thank  you.  (  she  throws  her  arms  around  him,  squeezing  tightly.  )  thank  you,  thank  you,  thank  you!

I  TRIED  TO  BE  GOOD,   @lvesrage :
            
            inside.    {  her  acting  has  to  be  phenomenal.   mara  can  still  feel  the  remnants  of  her  panic  buzzing  in  her  chest  as  she  reaches  for  kris'  shoulders,   steadying  her  with  that  same  sisterly  care.  }    he's  safe.   everyone  is.    ( .. )    you  don't  worry  'bout that  right  now.   how  d'you  feel ?
            
            *    sick ,,   twisted ,, 

@agoniesfor-   |  mara.  (  she  grabs  at  mara’s  arms,  looking  around  with  wide,  afraid  eyes.  )  where’s  five?  (  …  )  do  they-  does  he-  
            
            /  sorry,,  waking  up  after  evelyn  stabbed  her,,  

I  TRIED  TO  BE  GOOD,   @lvesrage :
            
            'cause  of  the  light  in  'em.   see  how  their  stomachs  glow?    {  in  a  funny  way,   kris  reminds  mara  of  the  little  kids  who  used  to  swarm  her  while  at  certain  jobs.    her  curiosity,    the  way  her  eyes  track  the  firefly  as  though  it's  unlike  anything  she's  ever  seen  before,   the  all  too  literal  question..  part  of  mara  can't  help  but  ache  for  it,   even  as  she  flashes  a  rare  smile  and  holds  up  the  glass  jar.  }   's  called  bioluminescence;  they  make  their  own  light.   if  there's  enough  out,   they'll  make  the  whole  yard  look  like  a  light  show.

@agoniesfor-   |  why  are  they  called  fireflies  if  they’re  not  on  fire?  (  for  someone  as  old  as  she  is,  the  question  seems  *stupid*.  but  for  kris,  she  takes  it  as  a  literal  observation.  )  they’re  pretty. 

I  TRIED  TO  BE  GOOD,   @lvesrage :
            
            comin'  right  up.   {  a  meal  is  a  meal,   and  mara  isn't  going  to  take  her  chances  by  not  ordering  the  first  food  kris  has  mentioned  desiring  all  day.   white  nails  are  already  tapping  against  her  screen  as  mara  continues  to  talk,   that  sliver  of  relief  making  it's  way  through  her  bloodstream.  }    i'll  get  two,   'kay?   so  you  can  have  one  leftover.   

@agoniesfor-   |  i’m  not  *that*  hungry…  but  i  wouldn’t  say  no  if  you  happened  to  order  a  cheese  pizza  with  less  sauce  than  normal…