Yaass I'm so happy I managed to do an update this week ;_; Even if it wasn't too grand or anything of the sorts. Soon we should be getting into some Daryl and Ellie-ness hopefully ;D I mean, considering one of my favorite Daryl/OC fics the two had sex by chapter 11 o_o I feel like I am dragging them out a bit...Do you guys? Otherwise, hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please leave me a review of what you're thinking and/or any ideas you have that you'd potentially like to see happen in the story. I am always welcoming and completely open to the thoughts of others and actually encourage them as sometimes my mind can run dry on plot lines ;v; Thanks for reading!
"Can't believe Merle snatched our fuckin' van, man." T-Dog voiced irritably as the four men jogged up the sloping dirt road that led inta camp, each sweatin' n' achin ta hell by now.
They'd been on this road for hours now after their restless day in Atlanta that was complete havoc. From findin' that Merle cut off 'is own fuckin' hand ta escape, to havin' Glenn kidnapped by'a buncha tacos while tryna get their guns back and havin' their truck stolen by the eldest Dixon, taday had not been a good one. Was by far anythin' but smooth er anythin' they had planned on it bein', but they'd least got it all done. If'e had ta admit he was lookin' forward ta gettin' back ta the old quarry n' washin' off all the blood and gettin somethin' ta fuckin' eat. Last time'e ate was with blondie out in the woods 'fore they both fell asleep out in the open. Speakin'a blondie...
He wondered how she was doin' back at camp without 'im. He figured she managed alright, she always did from what he'd seen, but he couldn't help but worry. It felt weird, he had to admit. Havin' someone ta worry about. He never had ta be on Merle's back 'bout nothin', he knew tryna worry for his older brother was like tryin' ta clean the stench off'a shit. Was useless. And it wasn't that he doubted blondie's capability to watch over herself, he just wasn't all to keen on leavin' her alone with all the people in camp. He didn't find countless of those asshats trustworthy and leavin' her with em'...
"Oh my god." Rick abruptly breathed, causin' the other three to squint closely through the darkness so that they could see what he had 'is panties in'a bunch about. As Daryl's sight finally settled in on it he felt his heart sink.
Walkers. Screams. Blood. Gunshots.
"Go, go!" Glenn cried and they all took off within'a split millisecond up through the dark trees to assist the camp as wave after wave of walker's descended down upon them wildly.
Blondie.
The tiny blonde was being jostled about within the fearful crowd of panicking campers, being tossed around like a ragdoll and found herself ending up on the ground as a woman pushed past her screaming. Flashbacks of the sprint through the military base found themselves creeping eerily back into her mind as gunshots rang in her ears and everyone crowded around, only ending up dispersing upon one another and causing even more havoc than before.
Sprawling wildly on the dirt-covered ground, Ellie attempted struggle to her feet when she found herself looking up into the bloodshot, green-rimmed eyes of a walker missing half of its jaw. Letting out a startled shriek, the tiny blonde tumbled backwards as the beast lunged forward and she immediately used her tiny boot-laden foot to hold it at her leg's-length. Feeling panic rise within her, Ellie's hands flailed around desperately upon the ground as she searched for anything that she could use against the menace, but to no avail discovered nothing but handfuls of dried dirt. However, something did happen that let her heart begin to beat again.
The walker had quit trying to claw at her suddenly when a gunshot especially close pierced the night air and it fell limply against her boot, causing her leg to crumple beneath its weight and thus allowing the walker to completely collapse against her. Though, behind it stood Dale with wide, petrified eyes as he firmly held a rifle pointed to where the walker had been before he hauled the walker off of the tiny blonde by the ankle then quickly pulled Ellie upwards and intertwined his hand with hers.
"Make your way up ta the RV!" She heard Shane bellow amidst all of the screams of terror and gunshots that rung out one after the other through the desolate night. She'd remembered seeing him immediately jumping up once Amy's cry sounded from Dale's mobile home and almost instinctively covered Carl and Lori with such protectiveness she had found herself beginning to doubt Dale's gossip from earlier.
Nonetheless, though, that's what Dale seemed to be doing. He was clutching her hand tightly in his own while swinging at walkers with his now-empty rifle in the other, calling out to the girl behind him to stick close and to not let go. Of course she had no other intentions and wanted nothing more than to remain beside the elderly man, though the crowd and the walkers had other ideas.
As the two closed in on the RV, Ellie suddenly felt a strong, ravaged hand grasp tightly onto her boot and haul her to the ground with a mighty tug and snatched her right from Dale. She heard the white-bearded old man cry out for her, though neither could quite relocate the other due to the chaos that ensued around them. Turning her head, Ellie remarkably found herself not looking into the eyes of a walker but into the eyes of a nameless woman that she had never acknowledged before. Though, she could recall seeing her around the camp earlier that day. She was hanging laundry with another woman who was most likely dead now, she hated to admit. She was also sitting across from her only minutes ago during the fish fry, laughing at Dale's jokes and stories. She was happy, content, hopeful and thriving. But now...here she was. Laying on her stomach along the ground with a walker atop of her, her chin-length brown hair matted with sticky dark crimson and thrown about buckwild as she screamed bloody murder that rang like a choir in the small girl's ear's. It was haunting, she had to admit. To look directly into the eyes of this woman as she was being torn apart. To look directly into the eyes of this woman as the light faded from them and the fear and agony only succeeded in illuminating any type of life left within her. Her eyes were begging- pleading- for help and assistance. They were boring into the blonde as if almost silently telling her what she already knew...It was absolutely mortifying. It chilled her to the bone. The fact that she wanted to get away from the woman who clutched her leg tightly in a constricting grasp, but at the same time found herself conflicted and wanting to help her even though she was too far gone by now. And hell, maybe even by now it wasn't about saving the woman- but about saving herself, her humanity, her own sanity. Because she knew she wouldn't be able to close her eyes without seeing the tortured glazed ones of the woman who was clinging to her so tightly. She knew what she was capable of.
Letting out a heaving cry of pain as she wrenched her ankle roughly from the woman's grasp in a mnner that practically dislocated it, she threw herself forward onto her attacker's undead assailant and tackled the reaking menace to the ground. Forcing herself atop of the walker, Ellie fiercely used her left hand to force down the neck of the hissing bloody creature before glancing over her shoulder to see the the woman who had almost killed her writhing painfully on the dirty ground wailing unbearably. Feeling her stomach churn with adrenaline and fear, she rolled off of the walker and to the side, watching as it relentlessly began to crawl towards her with bloodied jaws and outstretched flesh-ridden claws that wanted nothing more to sink deep into her.
Ellie glanced around wildly, searching desperately for anything that could be used as a weapon to fend off the her hungrered attacker before finally spotting something from the corner of her eye. Scrambling to her feet, the tiny girl limped over to the campfire that happened to not be too far and where she had been drug away from by Dale only moments ago. Narrowly dodging an oncoming walker and causing it to fall into the lapping flames, she reached down to snatch up one of the glowing red fire pokers before turning around to meet her pursuer and drove it directly into its eye with a sizzling sound.
She watched as the monster fell to the ground limply with the poker still frying the inside of its head before turning her attention to the screaming that was ensuing all across the camp. She stared around wildly at the horrific scene that was becoming a monstrous stop-motion film around her like the cinema before spotting the woman who'd grabbed her earlier. She was now simply lying still on the ground, blood still gushing from her fresh wound when at the same time she heard the newly arriven voice of Rick calling out to Lori and Carl. And she knew if Rick was back then Daryl must be too.
She glanced around her wildly, desperately trying to find the familiar face as the walker from earlier clawed at her from the fire below. She felt her stomach churning as the head began to swell up, filling up with the blistering heat inside it like a balloon before ultimately popping like one as well, thus sending walker brains all along the bottoms of her legs and shoes. Stepping backward disgustedly, the girl found herself safe for a few steps before feeling her back fall against something hard. Turning around fearfully, she came face-to-face with the woman who she had saved only minutes ago now. However her face was far different.
She was lifeless- hollow. Her skin was a pale gray, her eyes were bloodshot and the color of them, a piercing green, was especially unrealistically vibrant now and glowed in the crackling fire like a shot from a horror movie. Her neck was still gushing out liquid crimson streams that stained her dirtied, tattered clothing just like it had before, however it didn't seem to faze her whatsoever this time. Of course it wouldn't...she's dead now.
Feeling panic arise within her already churning stomach, Ellie quickly whipped back around to the fire and attempted to yank the poker from the lapping flames where the walker's head had exploded. To no avail though, she was unable to get her hand anywhere close to the blistering inferno. She looked around desperately now for something that she could use to fend off this attacker. It seemed like all she was doing now was taking out one walker unconventionally after the other. It was like they never ended. It was almost as if they were infinite.
That's when something did happen to catch Ellie's eye. It wasn't anything significant- sure as hell wasn't her first choice of a weapon and she wasn't even too sure that it would do much, but it sure as hell was something. She rushed forward nimbly, swooping down to grab the half-filled beer bottle that was pressed against the lips of Shane only minutes ago before facing attacker and preparing herself for a close confrontation.
As the undead woman shuffled a few more quick steps, she finally lunged for the girl with gnashing jaws and outstretched arms of hunger and terror as she brought the glass bottle down on her face to shatter it into hundreds of pieces, thus leaving the blonde with only the top, splintering part now in her grasp. Nonetheless the walker was unwavered by the shattered bottle across her maw and she simply kept at the girl as Ellie dodged around her so that she could grab the back of the woman's tattered shirt. Clenching a tight fistful of the bloodied material, the tiny girl pulled the roaring monster to the ground with all of her might and watched with triumph as the unsteady creature ultimately toppled backwards with her feet in the fire. She was now able to look directly into the woman's reddened eyes as she drove the spiked edges of shattered bottle down onto the woman's ravaged face, striking her numerous times as the splintered glass delved deep into her eye sockets, cheeks and skin until she finally stopped moving.
Daryl ran wildly through the camp, feeling blood and adrenaline pumping wildly through 'is veins as he fired off the large shotgun at any undead freak he happened to come 'cross. He could hear the screams and seemin'ly never ending growls of what had to be nearly three dozen walker's as they all descended down on the unexpectin' group. He watched, pumped full of fear and caution, as Rick wailed wildly for 'is family and saw the two standin' up near the RV beside Shane, tremblin' wildly and blubberin' like'a bunch'a babies. At the sight of them, however, Daryl expected his lil blondie to be sharin' the sanctuary of the RV along with those three, Carol, Sophia, as well as Morales' family along with Shane and Dale. Feelin' panic rise within him as he desperately glared around camp, he clutched the gun even more so tightly in 'is grasp as he prayed to any god that was still out there that she was okay. After all they had been through, after everythin' he had promised- he didn't know what ee'd do if she had ultimately fallen while he was away. Not after he promised she'd be safe now.
"Ellie!" He bellowed, feelin' the desperation causing his stomach to churn wild waves within 'im, "Ellie!" His cries seemed to fall upon deaf ears, however, until he felt the hand of Dale on his shoulder. Whipping around with a leaden heart, he bore his icy blue gaze into Dale's before defiantly tossing off his comforting grasp.
"I was with her, son." The elderly man informed him with a sorrowful look in his eyes,"We got separated on our way up to the RV. I...I haven't seen her since."
"Ya' didn't think to go lookin' for 'er?" The redneck snarled, squarin' up and practically shovin' 'is face into Dale's, "None'a ya'll thought to keep a damn eye out fer the lil girl who could just damn be savin' all yer fuckin' li-"
"Here!"
All at once and practically in unison, the group that had gathered around the RV turned to see the small girl emerging from the corner where the firepit was still burning hot. And damn...did she look'a hot mess.
She was limping sluggishly, almost as if in slow motion, up the small body-covered hill lookin' like the most damn stunnin' thing ee'd ever seen- even if she was covered in blood from head-to-toe. The way her long, pale blonde locks fell past her waist and bounced into light frilly curls as she walked, the way her snow-white skin glowed perfectly in the dim light of the campfire and was splattered lightly with sprays of contrasting crimson. God damn, the way her chocolate brown eyes looked like a wild black in the darkness of the night, hooded by her long curling eyelashes and her thick, dark eyebrows that were raised and furrowed into that way that simply tied together her entire face. Her plump pink lips, busted and bloody though still captivating, pouted around the sillohette that engulfed every nook and cranny of her body, illuminating and complimenting her features perfectly as if she was some work of art. And christ, especially the way that her clothes, now soaked with blood straight to the skin, clung to her petite figure and outlined the flawless swell of her hips that gave her body, despite being so tiny, a delicious curve that made him have to resist biting into his own chapped lips. Everything about her in that moment made her look absolutely feral- simply untamed and savage. Fuckin' ethereal. By now, seein' 'er so riotous n' fierce, he couldn't deny that she had an inner animal. An inner animal that drove the unruly hunter to'er even more.
"Thank god." He heard Lori breathe outwardly as their eyes all set on Ellie, Dale stepping forward to embrace the bloodied girl in 'is arms before kissing the top of'er head and lettin' out a joyous laugh of relief before releasin' 'er n' steppin' back to fall beside Carol and Sophia.
The girl then turned to Daryl, her big brown eyes meetin' his with a look of relief and happiness as a kissable smile parted 'er lips, "You're late."
"Jus' fuckin' pisses me off they didn't even try ta save ya." The redneck spat as he made 'is way back up ta camp with Ellie from the quarry. The two had been down there tryin' ta wash off a bit, especially her, during the aftermath of the attack and ta rub off some'a the damn blood that stained every inch of their skin. They hadn't talked much, 'specially when she'd thought it'd be a good idea ta go skinny dippin' without warnin' the gruff hunter. Simply stripped down to'er crimson-splattered skin and jumped inta the dark, moonlit water laughin' and carryin' on. He had ta admit the sight was damn near pornographic. Even though he turned 'round 'fore he could really see anythin', just watchin' 'er strip drove 'im insane. It was almost as if she was tryna tempt 'im every step of tha way n' lure 'im inta somethin'. Obviously, though, he knew that wasn't the case.
She trusted 'im. Simply thought that that'e wouldn't care 'bout seein' 'er body- 'specially since he had tol' 'er that she wasn't 'is type anyways. She prolly figured that 'cause 'e saved 'er n' all that mess he had no intentions of touchin' 'er- which he didn't. 'Course he looked at'er and thought she was damn near edible, but he wouldn't ever touch'er. 'Specially not after what she'd been through. 'Specially not when he was supposed ta be takin' care of'er.
"Dale helped me." She replied, limping slightly beside 'im as the dimly lit lanterns of camp started to come inta view, "Helped me the best he could at least until we were separated...The rest of them had more important things to worry about then."
"The hell's more important than the girl who could save tha damn world?" Daryl hissed, feelin' rage bubbling up deep within him at the thought.
"They were saving those they loved." She told 'im simply, practically shruggin' as she spoke almost as if they were justified, "I can understand that."
Scoffing in response, the redneck entered camp beside the tiny blonde and shook 'is head as he eyed up the people who could have possibly let the cure for the whole damn world die.
Carol and Sophia were huddled close together on the steps of the RV as the short-haired woman whispered softly to 'er sobbin' daughter, desperately tryna reassure 'er that everythin' was alright now. Beside them was Rick, Lori and Carl. The family was clustered together in a big hug as they each sobbed inta the other, makin' promises that Daryl found 'imself wonderin' if they'd even be able ta keep. A few feet away stood Shane, who eyed the Grimes family with what seemed to be a look of contempt mixed with another emotion the redneck couldn't quite define. More so Rick, nonetheless the whole family. His hard glare was pretty damn unnervin' if'e had ta say so 'imself. That mess wasn't 'is business, though. He had enough goin' on with blondie now ta worry 'bout their damn adultery issues.
Turnin' 'is attention back ta the small girl beside 'im, he let out a long sigh 'fore speakin' again, "Need ta get some sleep, blondie. 'Iss been'a long day. Gon' need the energy to clean up all this mess tommorah'." He said, startin' for his tent before he heard her tiny footsteps behind 'im.
"W-Where do I sleep?" She stammered, stopping abruptly behind 'im as the redneck halted to peer at'er over 'is shoulder.
"With me, dumb ass."
"Ya can take Merle's cot fer now." He told the girl as he kicked off 'is boots and lit the lantern to a low light just bright enough to provide the tent with a dim glow, "Ya can move 'is stuff 'round if ya need ta. Jus' don' mess wit too much. Merle don't like it when people go through 'is shit."
Nodding obidiently, the tiny girl shuffled over to the missing man's messy cot, running her eyes over the endless layers of toussled sheets, wrinkled wrappers and numerous plastic baggies- some full, some not, that cluttered the place she was supposed to be sleeping in. Feeling an uneasiness creep into her, Ellie turned back around to see the gruff hunter settling into his own cot with his hands behind his head, clutching her arms around her tiny waist.
She watched as his eyes fluttered up to meet hers, noting how his eyes rolled with irritation and he sat up with a groan, "Whataya want now, blondie?" He muttered, searching her expression for some sort of of answer to his question before she could ultimately speak. She looked troubled, almost uneasy and quite a bit disgusted as her chocolate brown eyes met his cold blue ones before he spoke up again, "What not good enough fer ya?"
"N-No! No!" She protested immediately and shook her head side to side, causing her damp pale locks to fly everywhere before continuing, "I-It's just that there's a-a..." He watched as her eyes darted from side to side uncomfortably, a light shade of blush creeping along her cheeks in the faint lighting as she shuffled further from the cot owned by the eldest Dixon.
Daryl let out a muffled groan of annoyance as he hauled himself upwards, muttering irritably as he pushed past the girl and to Merle's cot, "I swear if ya gettin' ya panties in a bunch over a beetle on yer pillow I'm makin' ya sleep with Andr-" However, he ultimately stopped short when his eyes fell upon what she was so sheepish about and he felt his stomach begin ta churn as it stared back at 'im with just as piercing eyes.
Tucked underneath the crease of the wrinkly sheet was a condom- a used one at that. Daryl wasn't surprised, nonetheless, though mutually repulsed. He knew his brother was having a little thing with one of the women up in camp since they'd gotten here. Some nasty lookin' fake blonde that had greasy locks n' 'er roots showin' with oily skin and had a voice deeper than Merle's hisself. Though she was the only broad ta even pay any type of attention to the sunuva bitch nowadays in this camp. Regrettably, he knew she was probably dead now considerin' he hadn't seen 'er up at the RV with all of those who did survive the attack.
Cursing under his breath, the redneck quickly undid the messy sheets from the sides of Merle's cot and balled them up and tossed them in a corner with an identical expression to the tiny girl's. He turned back to 'er and watched as she gave him a look of mutual discomfort before turning her eyes away from his.
"Fer some chick who doesn't mind me seein' 'er ass naked in the moonlight ya sure do get flustered over a used condom." He scoffed, watching as her dark eyebrows began to furrow in that way they always did when she heard something she didn't like.
"I'm not flustered...I-I'm just..." She muttered, turning her head away from him, "I-I'm just...grossed out."
The youngest Dixon raised a brow at the girl before letting out an amused huff and strutting over to his bed to wad up his own sheets and blanket then tossing them over to her. He watched, entertained, as the pile of linen practically knocked 'er on 'er ass and sent 'er stumblin' 'fore she regained her balance.
"Won't you need these?" She asked the redneck, her voice dripping with such care and purity it almost made 'im sick. He simply shook 'is head and reached into an old army green duffel bag beside his bed and pulled out a sleeping bag that he'd brought just in case, spreading it along his own cot before flopping back down onto it.
"When ya used to spend most'a yer time out in tha woods ya accumulate enough gear fer a small army." He remarked and laid his head back down on 'is arms behind his head and watched as the girl gave him a small nod of acknowledgement 'fore she began to cautiously spread out the sheets of the youngest Dixon on her own cot. He did his best not to admire her petite figure as she bent around and tucked in the edges of the sheets and the blankets, causin' the thin material of her shirt to hug her body tightly. Lettin' out a small sigh of irritation, he turned over so that 'is back was facin' 'er and did 'is best to ignore her prescence as a whole, "Turn off the lantern fer ya go ta bed too, blondie. Don't need ya wastin' the damn battery."
She murmured a response to the gruff redneck before he saw the light dim down to nothing and left the two with only darkness now in the cricket-filled nighttime. He heard her settle softly into her own cot now, snugglin' deep down inta the covers as a slight breeze blew against the tent's thin walls. He began to settle in hisself, feelin' his overall tiredness and exhaustion ultimately overcomin' 'im as the heavy lids of 'is eyes fell closed and ached for sleep. Though, as his consciousness began to waver the irritating chirp of the bugs outside weren't the only thing to fill his ears. As he listened more closesly he could hear light footsteps eerily creepin' closer n' closer though, almost as if...someone was sneakin' up on 'im.
This bitch tryna kill me or somethin'?
In one swift movement, the redneck snatched his hunting knife from beneath 'is pillow and sprang upwards into a sitting position to meet the startled gaze of Ellie who stood barely half a foot from the tent's entrance with the sheet wrapped around her like a white cloak. Exhaling exasperatedly, the redneck lowered his weapon slowly and bore his icy gaze inta hers, feeling curiosity and fear slowly creepin' up inta 'is bones.
"The fuck are ya doin'?" He hissed quietly, tucking his sharpened knife inta 'is back pocket 'fore the girl pulled the sheets tighter around her tiny body against the southern chill.
Ya leavin'?
"I have to pee." She murmured, her thick eyebrows knitting together as she stared 'im down defiantly, "Or do you have to filet me first?" Rollin' 'is eyes at 'er, he began to slip on 'is boots n' grab a flashlight when he heard her begin to protest, "I can go alone!"
"Ya ain't goin' out in the walker infested woods alone. 'Specially not after what happened tonight." He argued and sat up, shufflin' over ta the blonde at the exit 'fore shrugging, "'Sides, think I gotta drain the lizard myself."
"Well, 'draining the lizard is more a personal business..." The tiny blonde whispered, a light shade of pink spreadin' across her cheeks as the redneck reached up to push the tent flap aside.
"Pfft." He scoffed, biting inta his thumbnail as he released the zipper, "Never said I was gonna pee with ya or anythin' weird, blondie. Damn." Daryl muttered 'fore switchin' 'is attention ta somethin' else, "An' take off that damn ghost costume. Ya look like a fuckin' Morticia Addams."
"Rude." The girl pouted, slippin' the sheet down and ballin' it up 'fore tossin' it back onta the cot, "I thought I looked quite stylish. The dead look is in nowadays, isn't it?"
Daryl snorted a response and guided his own jacket off 'is body and tossed it her way, 'shifting her weight so that she wouldn't stumble this time and then sliding it on, "Thank you."
He watched, amused, as a sheepish grin spread across 'er lips and pushed 'er way out of the tent and inta the silent clearing lit only by one small lantern that was hangin' from Dale's awning eerily, creakin' in the wind. A low fire with two walker corpses cracklin' black in it was still lit, eliciting a smell that could damn straight choke a horse as the pair quietly made their way to a small encirclement of bushes a few feet off the side of main camp. It was nothin' fancy, nothin' grand but it made do when the RV's bathroom was all backed up.
"Nice touch." Ellie remarked jokingly as she admired the toilet paper holder that Shane had nailed inta the tree loosely with a half-used roll dangling from it. He watched as the girl rounded the bushes before raising her eyebrows playfully, "Staying to watch, big tough man?"
Startled, the redneck quickly turned and ducked behind a large oak and did his best to distract 'imself from the girl on the other side. It wasn't that he had some fucked up fetish for that shit, or anythin' in between, he just often found 'imself somehow in a situation when this girl had 'er pants down n' he wasn't 'sposed ta be lookin'. It was too much ironic anymore.
"Is Merle really dead?" The girl's small voice piped up as he heard her pulling the shorts back up her legs before zipping the silver line and making her way over to the opposite side of the tree. He glanced sideways as the blonde peeked her head around at 'im playfully, though an empathetic smile parted her plump lips.
"Nah...He's just...gone." Daryl whispered, feelin' a lump in 'is throat as he answered her and shifted his gaze away to try and hide any type of emotion that did manage to surface.
"Gone?" She whispered in response, chocolate brown eyes growing to those adorable moons they always had whenever she was especially shocked and or interested in something- such as this topic.
He simply nodded and pulled a cigarette from 'is pocket and lit it up, tucking the wrapped tobacco 'tween 'is lips 'fore removin' it and blowing out, "Gone."
Ellie rounded her way fully around the tree to lean up against the rough bark beside him, gazin' up at the redneck with dark eyes full of worry and sorrow. He was actually a bit surprised to see that this girl cared so much, 'specially since the guy they were talkin' 'bout left a used condom in 'er bed. He guessed he was just that kind of person. The kinda person he wasn't used ta bein' 'round.
"You have a void in your heart, Daryl." She whispered, voice even lower this time to the point in which he could barely detect what she had said, though he could still regrettably pick up what she had declared.
"'Scuze me?" He growled, flickin' the butt of his cigarette onto the ground at their feet as the girl simply gazed up through the trees and at the black sky sprinkled with glowing white stars that bathed them in faint light. However, the blonde did not seem wavered whatsoever by his aggressive tone.
"I don't know what it's from, I won't pretend to know why. I have my theories, my ideas and my thoughts but...I find you hard to read. And maybe it isn't my business at all but..." She paused before turning those big brown eyes to 'im to meet his hardened blue ones, "I just want you to know that you don't have to leave the void empty. And though you can't fill it, you can keep it from growing."
