#apocalyptixs

[mommabcar]

@apocalyptixs (atlas grimes)

Being at the Domus Spei for five years, it was easy to recognize new faces. As one of the nurses, she met all the newcomers for examinations. No bites or scratches & if they needed medical attention, she'd be there to assist them. Atlas had been one of the newcomers & she always felt responsible to make them feel welcomed. She remembered what it was like when she first entered, how on edge & scared she was. Especially over Hasen. She wanted nothing but safety for her only son & last child.

Aurora’s grandmother had taught her and her brothers how to make bread rolls. A recipe she had always remembered as well as many others. Sometimes she cooked for the entire group, other times she would make just Hasen’s meals because he was still picky and liked his food a certain way. This time, she was making the bread rolls for the newcomers. She started off by stopping at Atlas's door which she knocked on softly, Hasen standing next to her. "Hi Atlas," she greeted as he opened the door. "I wanted to welcome you to the community with some treats! I made you some rolls, I hope you like them."

[zombiebcit]

⸻⸻⸻ starter » closed, for santiago ( @apocalyptixs )

⸻⸻⸻ he sneak up behind santiago, wrapping arms around his waist and placing a soft kiss to the back of his neck. " hello there, handsome, " he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment and just... being here. for a moment all was quiet and peaceful, and ⸻ miguel couldn't stop thinking ' it could have been santiago. ', making him hugging a little closer to his husband. fuck accidents. " staying inside today? " he asked, the unsaid ' please, please do ' hover bewteen them.

[bitehq]

@zombiebcit | Harlow Dixon & Miguel Silva & William 'Will' Grimes

@apocalyptixs | Atlas Grimes & Santiago Silva

@scnguinebite | Sasha Drake

@apocaliptyque | Sage Holloway

@thinkitswt | Candice Morales & Cecilia Barrett

@mommabcar | Aurora Elena Myranda

@apocafics | Shawn Betancourt

@lukaxxjones | Luka Jones

[xabji]

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[mommabcar]

@apocalyptixs ( santiago silva )

The one thing Aurora observed that was similar to pre-apocalypse hospitals, was the amount of spouses & significant others that visited their loved ones on their shifts. It made her heart twinge in pain; she constantly wondered if her husband, had he been alive, would've visited her during her shifts. If they'd laugh over cold-in-the-middle meatloaf in the break room & consider it another intimate moment. She wished that her family could all be in the Domus Spei together, but the world was now beyond cruel. It wouldn't even think about giving her what she wanted.

Santiago had been a somewhat familiar face. He'd be around to see his husband & the two occasionally engaged in small talk. This was another one of those instances. "Hello Santiago," Aurora greeted. She spotted him instantly when she walked into the room. "How are you doing today? Considering...everything going on."

[zombiebcit]

⸻⸻⸻ starter » closed, for atlas ( @apocalyptixs )

⸻⸻⸻ ' you have a new roommate ' was not what will wanted to hear after doing back to back to back shifts. with all the mess happening, everyone were so busy, pulling doubles where they could just in case. opening the doors, he at last tried to clean off his boots before coming inside. " so i heard you and i gonna be buddies⸻ " he stopped talking, taking in the person before him. they... was this... but how... will moved before he could even think of it. " atlas, " he said, voice full of pain and relief at the same time, hands moving to reach their shoulders, wanting to pull them in for a hug and never take his eyes of them again. " fuck, you are alive, kiddo, fuck. " he knew his eyes filled slightly with tears, all the emotion he was pushing down for years moving up and up and up. there was no way he would not recognize their face, even after twelve long years.

[zombiebcit]

⸻⸻⸻ starter » closed from ask, for atlas. ( @apocalyptixs ) ( tw: drugs. )

“But, man… you can’t deny that view.”

⸻⸻⸻ they took a deep breath, letting the smoke slowly make its way down down down. back supported by wall, legs crossed in ankles, sun gently warming their face ― it was nice. harlow looked at the view, their spot on the roof letting them see above the walls. the green and brown of trees, the blue-orange-pink of sky. " pretty, " they said, a small smile ghosting on their lips, smoke slowly leaving their mouth. they lazly moved their hand, giving atlas the joint kept loosly between their fingers. it wasn't often they had a chance to smoke something else than cigarette, maybe two times before, a quick there and here, behind their parent back. ( though, now that they think about it, they probably knew anyway. ) " i can't remember the last time i stopped to just... " they gestured with free hand a little. " ... look. fuck. don't really have time for that much now, huh? " they let their head tilt right, settling gently against atlas' shoulder. they were not used to calmness, to letting their guards down. there was always something, the need to keep their eyes open, fingers on gun or knife, the playing themselves down to a stupid young thing so the hit would come out of nowhere. sure, there were still kind people out there, but that kindness was always conditional and harlow wasn't always up for what was the price of it. but here, in this moment, it was calm. go figure. " so... do we dig the grave or nah? " they asked in soft, playfull voice, lifting their face a little to look at them.