The Fire Was Warm And Inviting But Karim Still Stayed Alert. Listening For The Slightest Shift In The

The fire was warm and inviting but Karim still stayed alert. Listening for the slightest shift in the environment around them to alert that something was on its way towards them. It had been a choice of necessity to travel with the woman when they ran into each other. It wasn't like he had seen anyone in days, that wasn't trying to take a bite out of him, that was. With a sigh, he took a drink from his flask, letting his shoulders drop for a moment.

Brown eyes looked up from the fire between them to the woman. Did she just ask him which boy band he had preferred? Part of him wanted to ignore her, to pretend she hadn't just said that but the life of him, he couldn't recall when was the last time he had a conversation with someone. So with a chuckle and shake of head of his head, he simply said. "Backstreet Boys." Then he held out his flask for her to take. "You?"

open to: anyone connection: strangers mini plot: TWD universe. angela and your muse ran into each other randomly during the day and kind of agreed to travel together until they have to go their separate ways. it's the first night and angela's just trying to get to know your muse a bit more. // @indiestarter

Chills no longer littered her skin as they sat by their fire. Silence had fallen, the sound of pops and crackling coming from the burning wood. Faint enough for it not to attract Walkers, Angela felt safe enough to take in a deep breath, her shoulders slumping forward. Hazel hues eventually found their way over to them, taking them in. "So. Were you team Backstreet Boys or NSYNC?" Alleviating tension and awkward silence was always Angela's specialty; kinda helped when she was a psychiatrist before the world took a shit and her clients hesitated to talk. "And don't tell me you didn't have a preference. We all did. Even if we didn't listen to them."

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now to convince someone to have matching icons lol

when bae becomes your theme twin

Elva smiled and thanked Rafe again and then handing it to her sister to clasp around her neck. She turned and beamed happily, and Elizabeth could tell how much it meant to her. It was something he had put thought into.

As everyone began to talk again, she held the dagger in her hands, letting her fingers run on the hilt. It was beautiful, it was something she had always wanted, and he had given it to her. Even after everything, after the things she said months ago.

Seeing him off to the side, she took a deep breath in. It was now or never, she had never been so nervous before. "Hey," she said softly as she stood closer to him now. "Thanks." She looked down at the dagger in her hand before looking back up at him. "I can't believe that you remember it, it was so long ago." A small chuckle out of nerves. "Can, uh, can we talk?"

Rafe hadn't meant to make Elva cry, but he realised they were joyful tears. He had given her something that he didn't really understand from how lacking that kind of love and care had been in his family. She had given her a piece of her father and sister so she could always have them with her.

Elizabeth's gift had been all his own idea. He remembered her admiring them while down on Peru, the ones in the gift shops had been cheap imitations of the real things. Hand-made instead of by machine in the traditional Peruvian methods. He saw how her eyes glistened and wondered if it had been the gift or if she had realised what she meant to him. "I'm glad you like your gifts." He smiled.

"Look at you, damn softy." Sage teased, as Ashley beamed, knowing she had helped at least with Elva's gift.

His fingertips grazed the skin of his lover, over curves and scars over the terrain that he had come to memorize in their time together. There was nothing more he wanted than to grow old with the her. To perhaps one day, retire from his and have children with her, if she wanted it. And the first step towards those dreams was getting married.

Looking into her eyes, he smiled. “Let’s get married, should we do a quickie Vegas one first and then a well planned one when we return?” It was just a suggestion because he knew that he’d marry her a million times if she so desired it. “You tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”

Laid in a state of pure bliss, Sage never thought she'd be truly happy, but Charlie had proved her wrong, he matched her in every aspect, from wit to charm and everything in between. While a part of her had been serious about a wedding she didn't think it would happen at least for a long time.

She could lay like this forever she mused, his hand caressing her bare skin, the bodies entwined with the sound of his heart beat the thing she could hear the most. She smiled against his skin at his words. "Really?" She looked up at him, her smile turning to a grin as she saw the seriousness. "Lets do it, lets get married."

when bae becomes your theme twin