“ eles já deveriam ter voltado … ou dito algo. ”
completou, verificando se o walkie-talkie estava mesmo funcionando.
“ não sei … quer dar uma volta pra passar o tempo? ” —— era uma péssima ideia.
ryen havia revisitado os arredores por algumas vezes, em busca de algo. qualquer coisa. ela suspirou encarando a outra. os ombros se ergueram, e a cabeça sacudiu em negação.
“ muitas. acha que devemos seguir? ”
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tédio era a palavra que lhe descreveria perfeitamente naquele momento … fitando o teto, como se algo inesperado fosse acontecer a qualquer momento.
mas nada acontece.
“ estamos aqui há quantas horas, hein? ”
hours of tracking, nothing to show for it, frustration weighing heavy——then it got worse. a sound. faint, softer than their own voices, but creeping closer.
still far, but unmistakable.
“ fuck… ”
the snow had swallowed up every trace of green in the forest——everything buried under a sheet of white, endless and flat. out here, you could spot a needle in a haystack… and right now, @bitemebluejay and dina were the needles.
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“no… it’s perfect!” she smiled, warmly. wrapping her arms around herself from the cold, she hesitated at the door — the song had kept her still.
“is it a song… or just a melody?”
dina caught sight of just the milk and coffee —— exactly what she’d been looking for. pleased to have found them, she greeted the man warmly.
“ good morning, sir! ”
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A new face , one he didn't recognise , not to matter he is just going to keep his gaze forward , adding some milk to his coffee.
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( temp. pinned ) indie portrayal of axel knight, original character set in post–apocalyptic verse. multiverse–friendly * survival–heavy / trauma–aware. dead dove, do not eat. descriptive — literate.