a glance is cast to the doors, currently guarded by jerry. she has no idea if ezekiel will come out of his chambers. but he has to soon, because they have things to do. she understands he’s grieving, an entire community lost at the hands of the saviors. but that was all the more reason they needed to get up and fight. they couldn’t accept defeat. ❛ i don’t know kid. he’s gonna have to sooner or later. or else we’re all on our own. ❜
Blaine followed Carol’s glance to the doors that Jerry seemed to never waiver on the post he’d taken up almost immediately after the few of them returned. His teeth worried against his bottom lip as he saw the war torn and lost look on a face that was doing it’s best to remain stoic in spite of their circumstances. Jerry inspired him to be a better person. Stronger. And seeing the man so desperate to hang onto what they hadhave here made Blaine’s heart ache. “Do you think he’ll want the rest of us back out there? Or are we just going to run when they come? Because we all know they will..”
❛ sitting in silenceonly adds to the quiet. ❜ if he wanted to escape the quiet, sitting by her was the wrong way to do it. she didn’t talk to most, not if she didn’t have to. her way of trying to protect other people and herself. she’d already gotten too close to ezekiel, she didn’t want to get close to anyone else.
Carol was..well..right. Common sense said so but here he was, wanting her company and willing to look the fool just to not be a bother. Instead of agreeing or disagreeing, Blaine cracked a small smile and his feet slid across the ground so he could wrap his arms loosely around his shins. “Do you think he,” his chin lifted towards where their King had locked himself away, “Will come out any time soon? Everything that happened? It feels like we lost him, too. I think that’s the worst part..”
❛ can’t you see that i’m busy ?? ❜ it’s not really that big of a task. she’s simply cleaning her pistol, but she doesn’t want to be bothered by anyone, especially younger people. she’s not going to be the reason they end up six feet under. not again.
“I promise I won’t get in your way.” Blaine had already sat on the ground beside her bench after debating approaching her for several minutes from afar. “You don’t even have to talk to me if you don’t want to. It’s just–too quiet here now..and I won’t distract you from..um..that. Okay?”
Blaine’s ankle felt like it was caught between breaking in half and on fire. A makeshift walking stick and being able to half walk wasn’t going to get him back to The Sanctuary before it got darker. He needed to find somewhere safe until morning. His pulse was already racing at the idea of being stuck outside alone all night. Hand barely touching the grip of his gun when he got a clearing, then a road. All clear. Or..not. Stopping as he turned towards a noise and ended up a gun pointed directly at him.. You know what it feels like to have your heart momentarily stop? Nothing new, not in this world anymore, but it was never a feeling anyone could get used to. Eyes round as saucers stared up the barrel at the woman behind it, his stick hit the floor and his hands went in the air.
“I’m sorry! I messed up my foot and–it’s getting dark. I was only looking for a place..” Half sentences and the mantra of please don’t kill me in his head was all he had as he stood resting most of his weight on his left foot praying that this wasn’t how his story was about to end.
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