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We do what we must because we can. For the good of all of us. Except the ones who are dead. // Flying with @SoManyArrows // {SV RP 21+} #OC #TWDRP AU #BPRP

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{warmly} My personal motto, that's for sure... @SoManyArrows
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Heard it? *deftly working the brass buckle loose on his knapsack, he shot @LevelUpDead's reflection a glance in the rearview, and winced at the scrape of oilcloth canvas on his knuckles* The man's /brilliant/. --
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Mmm... *his right shoulder dipping as he reached to the floorboards, he twisted in his seat, meeting her gaze with a quiet nod* You're good people, Ace. *planting a boot against the floor, he pushed up, angling his torso out of the passenger side --
Map say's the church's less'n a mile. *folding the stained and tattered paper, he tucked it into the door side-pocket.* We see any sign of savior style crazy, I ain't even thinkin' twice. We ain't helpin' *peering sideways to see how --
Trapping people in the dark. {narrowing her eyes} {muttering} Walkers are /jerks/.
{Sinking to a seat on the fractured stone bench, she turned her back to the drying blood stains on the eroded chapel wall and exhaled. Pursed lips, a soft whistle whispering a cheery note from between them, distracting from the thoughts of Death. The Death of a world --
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*flexing his fingers, he winced at the pins and needles coarsing through his hand, and uncurled his wrist, scraping at a patch of crystalized condensation on the window, eyes narrrowing as the craggy shoreline filled his field of vision below* --
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{side eyes @BowedTracker} Anyone touching @SoManyArrows' hair is... is... is on my list! {Wishing that sounded more impressive, she nodded firmly, drawing herself up to full height.} That's right. You heard me.
I saw it. {A proud smile stealing across her face, she slipped her arm through his, brow slowly lifting.} That /thing/ can't hold a candle to /our/ bird.
Hai, @LevelUpDead. You watchin' this B.S.? Tell me you seen the chopper too? *blowing the hair from his eyes with a huff of breath* It's called bein' observant. *muttering* But that sure as hell ain't me.
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{muttering} I do /not/ like that girl in the hat.
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{Stealing up to @SoManyArrows, she pulled #Daryl into a tight embrace, hugging him as hard as she could.} {muffled} You aren't now, nor were you ever 'nothing.'
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Well, on the bright side, odds are pretty good Merle can't kill me! {hesitantly} Right? {Rooted to the spot, he side eyed the White Robe, panic started to ratchet up at the angel's vacant nod.} /Right/? 'Mister Dixon and his family are very happy. Happy people don't usually --
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{Reaching to wrap her fingers around his, she squeezed gently, leaning in to kiss his cheek.} A hammer's okay, I guess. But I bet you a Pop Tart he can't hit jack with a crossbow. xitter.gq/SoManyArrows/status/99…
*eyes narrowing at the television screen* The hell's this /Thor/ joker? *under his breath* Asshole. @LevelUpDead
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-- Think this makes me a rebel? @SoManyArrows
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-- It was little, but it made me feel better. {Sliding the book partway on to @SoManyArrows thigh, the spine of the novel between them, she looked up at him and grinned, brow arching.} This is University property. There's stiff penalties for stealing from the school. --
-- she tapped a touch to the page where she'd stopped reading, nipping her lip.} When I read to Michael. He slept... Actual sleep, you know? No fits and starts, /deafening/ snoring. I couldn't do anything about the Walkers outside, but I could always read. It was something. --
-- Our Mom, she'd read it to us when we were little. Bedtime story. {snorting} Though, now that I look back on it, I'm not sure how smart that was. Stories about massive swordfights and demons and spiders the size of small cars? Not so restful. {Letting out a chuckle, --
-- cool leather brushing against her healed scars.} It was BS. Those walls were brick. You could set off firecrackers outside the library and nobody would have known... But he kept saying he could hear them. And Tolkein, it was the first book I could think of. --
-- I remember reading this to Michael, the first night after we locked the library doors. He was so /scared/. Kept saying he could hear the Dead through the walls. {Huffing softly, she leaned gently into @SoManyArrows, letting her head rest against his shoulder, the --
'So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us...' {A smile stealing across her face, she pressed her thumb to her place in the well loved book and turned to @SoManyArrows.} --
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