#╰ ☆ VERSE. ——— there’s no more room in hell. ╱ AU : TWD / FTWD !

[moonhurts]

boots crunching on shattered glass, homes now house vines and flowers as they spill from the windowsills.  he’s been alone for a while now, the man with the golden eyes, though it hadn’t always been like that.  the steady reminder of fallen friends hangs limply on his neck in the form of an arrowhead on a metallic silver chain; the argents.  they’d taught him everything they’d known -- taken him in like a son, despite his penchant for the moon.

losing them felt like losing a limb.  like losing a pack.  losing hope.

now, isaac wanders the streets with ears to the ground and a scimitar strapped to his side, her ring daggers on his belt, his shotgun on his back.  four days without human contact, on constant alert, tired, weary, wishing he could wake up from this living nightmare.

isaac hears her before he sees her, though he knows from her scent that she’s like him: human, and a little bit of something else.

      ‘ i know you’re there. ’     he directs at the house to his left, catching the scent of decayed blood further on down the street.     ‘ --and i’m too tired to fight, so if you’re going to ambush and kill me, can you at least get it over and done with already?’

- ̗̀ @mavoure : wishlist starter call based on this. ̖́ -

[moonhurts]

"of course i care."

                                                                        -- @beforewecrash

and that’s the crux of the issue.  what’s a guy to do in the middle of an apocalypse, so painfully familiar with blood red that there’s comfort in the backs of maroon eyelids?  he and ellie have a mutual understanding of one another -- of the empty rooms in their hearts, of the ghost echoes in their heads -- and it’s this:  here today, gone tomorrow, never hide how you feel.  all of those missed moments tucked away neatly between their ribcages, of times they could’ve, should’ve told their loved ones ‘i love you’ more often.  regret isn’t red.  it’s blue.  and it’s goddamn uncomfortable to live with.

     ‘ yeah, ’     he responds, checking the barrel of his gun for the thirtieth time today before it clicks shut.  isaac wonders if his eyes make her uncomfortable as they settle on her, kicking at the dust, and he thinks back to the pettiness that led to this conversation in the first place.  his accusations were unjustified -- familiar red in the heat of the moment.     ‘ -- me too. ’

- ̗̀  meme: prompt list i! ̖́ -    ╱     not accepting.

[moonhurts]

❝ what’s a dude gotta do to get a proper brawl around here?

                                                            – ellie & isaac ( @likeariddle )

[moonhurts]

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