#◟ ❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂. ❫ –––––– you’re either living or you’re not.

[mehrceditamoved]

                      ❝        it’s just what i keep doing,    as if i got nothing to do.        ❞

@loyaltied​​ liked for a lyric starter,  for clementine    ↬    wait on  —  ha/yley wi/lliams.

#loyaltied #hope this is ok!! <3 #◟ ❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂. ❫ –––––– you’re either living or you’re not. #◟ ❪ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓. ❫ –––––– any way the wind blows. #q.

[mehrceditamoved]

❪  @sorrowh​​​​ / clem  ❫      i’m afraid to go to sleep.

                      she can’t blame her,    not in this open air when they had perhaps gotten used to being sheltered behind stone walls and iron gates    —    maybe clementine has.      mercy has more to work on,    such as the sinking feeling for feeling so familiar out in the dark.      her nerves already know this game,    maybe it’s like riding a bike.      however,    it isn’t enough for comfort,    certainly not sleep,    so first watch could only do her good,    be of use to them both.          ❝        i’ll wake you up if a twig snaps.      swear.        ❞          for a moment she wonders if they still could make any more distance…    but the sitting quiet disagrees,    the mere scarcity of it.      who’s to say they’ll ever find it again?

#sorrowh #◟ ❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂. ❫ –––––– you’re either living or you’re not. #◟ ❪ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓. ❫ –––––– any way the wind blows.

[mehrceditamoved]

❪  @angerdad​​​  ❫      you still with us?

                      mercy heads in first,    only just the smallest in frame since they weren’t going to send the toddler into the dark,    empty building   –––   hopefully empty,    but hopefully not too empty.      she lands softly from the high-set window and paces quietly,    a skill she for once has faith in,    though granting her more focus on clearing the room before going for a door.      a state of too quiet,    perhaps,    because it isn’t long before they’re calling in after her.      the echo startles her a little bit,    strikes the perpetual worry of something in hiding,    but panicking in return would only make things worse.          ❝        yes,        ❞          she says shortly and quickly,    just to quell concern,    and against progress,    mercy returns to her starting point just to speak quietly.          

                      ❝        there’s no way in on this end.        ❞          a beat,    a glance over her shoulder,    and as always accompanies her nerves,    a want to spend no more time lurking in one spot than she needs to.          ❝        i could dig around and pass things up.        ❞

#angerdad #◟ ❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐂. ❫ –––––– you’re either living or you’re not. #◟ ❪ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓. ❫ –––––– any way the wind blows. #q.