Careful grab of her personal sidearm. She wants to make sure it's loaded, do all the 'safety steps'... It finds its way between her waistband and her back without all that fanfare. "Honestly, if you've got any spare rounds, I could just eat one of those. Save us some time." Quick scoop of snow.

"For Past Ellie!" It comes a little quickly, her faux-indignant (really self-amused) reply! 'Dropped on him' with her arms spread wide, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Her good time. That I will remember fondly..." And then? A nodding, chuckling - ow! - concession to wrap it up.

❝ Why? ❞ She's squinting at him, halfway grimacing at the canteen . . . even as she softly snakes it - sniffs it (?) and swishes her mouth around with it. ❝ Naoughkt lighkht ghah - ❞ 𝘨 𝘢 𝘢 𝘢 𝘢 𝘳 𝘨 𝘭 𝘦. Necessary? No. Is she trying to make him make that face he doesn't like to make? Well... TUAH!

❝ Ough, fuck... ❞ Tired wasn't the right word. Exhausted felt too dramatic, but tired really didn't cover it all the way. ❝ Hangovers should've gone extinct too, this is bullsh - oughk. ❞ Give her a second, she needs a bucket.

❝ Still don't 'get' coffee. I mean, I've tried it. Saw someone trade half their belongings for a bag, but . . . it's just bitter bean juice. ❞

/ wow, what are the odds?

can you even remember why you came here? can you even remember how many you killed? how many lives shattered, how many stories ended?

ㅤ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐 𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓒𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓲 ... #LOPRP × #MVRP ㅤ

Sound travels a bit farther when the day turns to dusk. No idea why, or how... but it's true. And this song needed to go as far as it could.

lotus putting together some very devious artefacts to inflict maximum damage here later. i can say this out loud, chatroom, because ellie has no burn right now and none of you would ever betray me.

Five years. It had been five years since... Since she told him. Since he listened. Since she'd seen him. ❝ ... ❞ Watch still didn't fit right. Either too tight or too loose. Today? It was cutting into her. Squeezing her wrist. Refusing to let go, the whole way to his headstone. ❝ Hey, Joel. ❞

the sorrow of a thousand, thousand worlds weigh heavy. and yet, you can walk on.

Laying on a rooftop, half-rusted fire escape barely hanging on for life after she scrambled up it. No ammo. Lungs burning. . . Heart full. ❝ That ... ❞ oghfuck. ❝ ... was awesome. ❞

!!!!!!!* [ just screaming, swearing and very uncoordinated parkour ]

Part III coming soon.

lotus chatroom, you'll never guess who i've just run into for the first time.

enough...I've endured enough...

lotus I killed (my) Raven and replaced her with the exact same character, but from space. This is the kind of high level decision making you expect from people like me (fools).

𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞, & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

lotus Have a great day at work !

Foot keeps bouncing against grass-buried concrete. There's a bad kind of excitement running up and down her spine that she just needs to get out... "Hurry up! What the fuck is taking so long!?"

"𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."

/ i know it's 3am, but even on my other blogs, i very much appreciate people leaving me 1-2 business days before sending my pinned up. because i am for sure going to go through all the iterations, edits & corrections live instead of in the editing bay, and i love that y'all get that. thank you.

“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦,” 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯.

“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦,” 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, “𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.”

Had. Past tense.

/ i turned my phone over to check my messages. imagine my surprise to see... this.

🧍‍♀️

lotus i gotta go!! i'll be back later / tomorrow, probably. love y'all, be safe.

lotus #DustToDustThings & #AshesToAshesSituation fucking fried me, that's so funny...

An 8x10 polaroid of her latest outing. For when he, INEVITABLY, clawed his way out of his too-shallow grave.

[ having started a spirited discourse about the sanctity of marriage and the incompetency of 'sad, angst-riddled men who treat their spouses as crutches with crotches, she's going to enjoy a nice cold fanta and maybe go sunning ~ successful afternoon. ]

Oh, I see! She left because of 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Too many times did she reach out to you, too many times were you ignorant, or willfully dismissive of her wants and needs. 'Misunderstanding'. I believe it! 𝗬𝗼𝘂 misunderstood just how close the cliff face was...! How sad. How very tragic! She deserves better.

A divorcee! That sounds more likely, and it smacks of honesty, too! What was it, I wonder? It mustn't have been her, you're still clinging to the memory of her like a toddler would a blanket... so what did you do? Did you isolate her? Lie to her? You weren't stepping out on her, I know that.

Thank you for the information, my lamb, I'll be sure to use that against him.

SHE LET YOU 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙃𝙀𝙍?! [ the agony she felt... ] You don't get to step out of the spotlight that swiftly, soldier, we're still dressing you down. Show me this 'wife' of yours.

You have a WIFE!? There's a woman somewhere in this hell-world that looked you in your eyes and felt comfortable enough to stay in your house and home? That poor woman...

Whoever he is, he's fucking up my stomach lining...

[ ugh ... mm ] Sorry, darling, it's just... All that jingoism is hard on the senses. At least with Captain Classic it's sugar-coated and easy to swallow, but this... oh, I bet you taste like battery acid.

[ gagging. retching . . . holding a finger up out of courtesy so she didn't spew bile on his fucking steel-toed combat boots. ]

...Steve Rogers is looking a little . . . knock-off brand lately. Did HYDRA win here? Have I slipped the veil in my sleep?