knees flat to the ground,
her head rolling back against
the stone wall behind her.
a few hefty deep breaths,
but either way — she’s
sticking her thumb up to
let him know she heard.
❛ yeah, i got it. bring us
back something cool. ❜
—
the warmth grounds her;
reminds her of security.
reminds her of safety —
that she is not trapped,
she is home. well, as home
as one can make it.
face is hidden within charlie’s
shoulder, eyes close and
allowing the embrace to
settle her
—
ᅠ
the two would proceed to only
stand there, with her in his arms.
it was good that he was here,
he felt. no person should be
going through such harsh emotions
alone. especially his own friend. 》
ᅠ
her stare dissociates;
with him in her
peripheral vision. she
expects him to continue
to leave — after all, it’s
not her decision to make.
—- but he doesn’t. he
looks relieved, and he
doesn’t leave. ellie shares
that relieved exhale, hand
—
over her beating heart
to try and relax it’s
repeated thuds. oh,
thank fuck. she’s not
alone. he’s here. she’s
okay. she’s safe.
arms wrap around her,
and the girl immediately
melts into newfound
comfort. a quiet, muffled
❛ thank you. ❜
—
clearly — there’s a
bigger story behind it
all. hers is only one
against what ? thousands ?
ellie doesn’t care for the
ins and outs of it, only
that others have been
hurt too — and she barely
got away with anything
but her life.
—
now she’s gone and
done it. trauma - response,
taken as somebody else
did wrong. cursing under
her breath, hands move
away from her ears as
the ringing tinnitus settles
down, rubbing them over
a tearful expression.
❛ charlie. ❜ she calls
—
out, voice very much
on a shaky whim. no
way on hell is she letting
her fear make her lose
anybody else.
( not today, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥. )
❛ don’t — don’t you
dare walk out on me.
i— i swear to fuck,
man— ❜
it’s not a command. it’s
more
—
@M0TH3RLY // honestly i thought it would’ve been during summer but yeah, that makes a lot more sense …
mmm. maybe i can figure out a date for my ellie to have it soon 🤔
// so when do we think ellie’s birthday is? because like. we got scenes from it, but we don’t actually have a confirmed date. what are our theories on this …
the echo is enough for
a violent jolt to jump
from her. hand over a
now pounding heart,
staring directly at the
plate.
it’s just a plate, and yet—
the echo repeats like
soundwaves within ears.
oh fuck, she’s gonna—
hands come up over
—
ᅠ
he recognizes the silence, and
understood what it could’ve
meant — for him to leave her
alone. before he’d do so, the
sound of a cup and plate
being placed on the ground
echo in the room.
〝 it’s not a whole lot, 》
ᅠ
she can still see it.
picturing within her mind;
ichor - stained hands, the
sound of the meat cleaver
repeatedly slamming down
on him. nausea swallows
her whole, and she gives
a weak nod — god, she
feels ill.
she hasn’t spoken about
—