Every Day I Think About The Tlou Au It Makes Me Feel Absolutely Insane There Is So Much To Explore In

every day I think about the tlou au it makes me feel absolutely insane there is so much to explore in that verse

the only time gregory actually looks at peace and like his defenses are lowered is when he's sleeping and that kills me a little bit

what do you value the most about living with michael? (see i can be nice)

gee gregory who let you have a zombie dad / father's day asks

★ — For a second, it seems as though he doesn't want to answer. Gaze flickers down, off to the side, focussing on nothing in particular as if somehow looking at nothing will save him from view. Teeth worry at his lower lip, a small sign that his hesitancy to answer isn't from indignation but from nerves. There's an almost imperceptible way in which he makes himself smaller, the shrinking of his shoulders, the way his fingers fidget despite the way he tries to ball them into fists.

It's always been easier to pretend staying with Michael was purely out of convenience — it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go, after all. But that wasn't the whole truth. Gregory's already run away from one home. He wouldn't stay in another if he didn't want to.

"Michael's ..... y'know. He cares, I guess."

A pause, followed by a deep breath. His gaze lifts, shoulders following alongside as if gaining a moment of confidence, but it only lasts for a quick second before it all falls once again.

"And it's not just cause I'm a kid, and he has to care. It's — he never acts like he expects me to be different."

Even when he's being a jerk, lashing out and running away, intentionally making everything difficult, because if Michael is going to give up on him Gregory would rather see it coming than not. Michael never gives up. Michael doesn't hold it against him. Michael doesn't expect Gregory to be anything other than who he is, even during the times when all Gregory seems to be able to do is show him the worst aspects of himself.

".... I've never had someone like that before."

★ — Gregory is beginning to think he chose the wrong adult to take cover with. Most are far too willing to spare a strange kid nothing more than a glance and pretend he isn't there at all. Although speaking softer now, the exchange much less conspicuous than it had initially been, she's still asking too many questions — questions Gregory does not want to answer.

( how can he possibly explain? a flash of a blonde ponytail had sent him into a near panic, half running until it was out of sight and he could blend in amid the slight crowd of mundanity. it likely wasn't even her, but rational thinking hadn't been present ; just fear, the need to get away, to vanish, as quickly as possible ).

"No one. None of your business."

He almost doesn't notice when the pretzel is passed to him, only eyeing it curiously after it's already been in his hands.

"... Why'd you give me this?"

she's not sure what she'd expected when she got out of bed this morning. a calm day at the mall, at the very least - a sea of pants and shirts to choose from and later realize is the same as one she already owned. a stale pretzel, enjoyed on a bench as she wondered what she was missing before she headed home. those were all on her list of things to expect. but a little kid, out of nowhere, clearly using her as cover as he ran from something was the last thing she had on her list.

she knows that she shouldn't humor it, that doing so could get get in trouble, and him in danger. but she also knows there's a sophisticated art to being subtle for the sake of helping someone. ❝ who are you supposed to be here with, kiddo ? ❞ she quizzes, keeping her tone low as she hands him the remaining half of the previously mentioned pretzel, he certainly looks like he could use it. ❝ is someone bothering you? ❞ she further asks, uneasy with the thought of his kid, alone and lost, running from god knows who or what.

@braveburned continued from here.

quick doodles

Neither romantic nor sexual nor platonic but a secret fourth thing (bonded like stray cats who cannot be adopted separately)