survivcrss

[survivcrss]

Emery had, foolishly perhaps, gone off on her own. Not too far from camp, close enough to still hear bickering, to see them move around from the distance she was at. At least, that's what she'd told herself and Leni before going off to collect some more wood. Her interest had peaked when she had stood eye to eye with a squirrel. Without the proper equipment, no bow or knife, she'd gotten after it with an axe. Like a goddamn serial killer, it looked like. But the critter had escaped her by being too quick on its tiny feet. ''I'll get you next time, fucker.'' She gritted through her teeth, feeling her stomach growl and the feeling of failure hit her like the start of a headache.

Her arms crossed, she walked back towards the direction she thought where camp was. The silence of hearing anything but the other girls was deafening, and for a second - a split second the thought of panic almost got to her. Almost. If it hadn't been for the voice she heard and the movement she noticed through the trees of another girl. Her pace quickened for a second, glad to see and recognize the back of Eloise's form, before she processed what words had been said - however quiet and hard to make out from where she was. This slowed her step, looking around to see if there was anyone else here. Hazel, perhaps? The two were inseparable after all. ''Hey....good seeing you here. Is Hazel around here as well?'' Emery didn't wanna make assumptions, but found it strange how she didn't see anybody else. ''I was collecting wood....got distracted though. So much for feeling hungry. What are you up to?'' Having noticed the berries collected by her team member, she wondered what else Eloise might've found so far.

starter: open location: The forest

Eloise was among the forest, trying to gather as much food as she could recognize. She didn't know how far she went, just trusted that she'll find her way back somehow. Time seemed to move differently out there for her, so Eloise frankly stopped trying to tame it. "I know, I'm sorry." She whispered soothingly as she picked some berries from a bush, careful to do it as fast as painless as she could. Walking a few more feet to the trees, Eloise put her hand on a large trunk. It felt like it was talking to her. Issuing a warning.

"We're trying to leave as fast as we can. But we need rescue first." Eloise said as tears started filling up. "You won't even know we're here, I promise." She wasn't quite sure what was being said back to her. It sounded distorted but like she could almost make out words if she just tried a little harder. But as soon as she did she heard someone behind her, practically making Eloise jump out of her skin. "Sorry I didn't know anyone else was out here." She offered as if she wasn't just talking to herself or whatever else was out in the wilderness with her.

[survivcrss]

There was an exhale leaving her body when she rolled her shoulders down and crossed her arms. Clara asked her all the right questions, questions that had been on her mind all afternoon. ''I wish I had the answer,'' perhaps she did - perhaps somewhere in the back of her mind she had an idea of who it could be, but she didn't know for sure. ''It could be anyone,'' she said, her mind breaking over this matter. ''That's the thing.... I like to think it wouldn't be Leni or Emery because they have no reason to pull shit like this. I don't think Elyse has the guts, she's too nice. Holly might've been dramatic but I don't think this kind of dramatic. And that's the thing, I could think of something for each and every one of them and still suspect them of doing this - because we're all fucking guilty. We've all done things we had to do.... to survive.''

Clara smiled warmly as soon as she saw Jules through the mirror, like the connection has never been lost between the both of them. She may have been gone for many years but she never really was gone. Never stopped being in Juliet's heart and mind. Clara stepped even closer to her love, wanting to be as close to her as she could. "Who do you think sent it? How did they get my handwriting?" Not like Clara could really know who it was but it was a question worth asking. "It has to be someone who knows the team. Who knew me. Could it be someone who was out there?"

[survivcrss]

''No, Christ -'' she could feel a headache forming already and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, still holding the door partially open. Enough for them to see one another, but not enough for Evelyn to enter. ''You can't just show up here unannounced, expecting me to drop all my work and do whatever you please. I'm not a goddamn toy to play with whenever you want, Evelyn. This is my job, my private practice, this is supposed to be my safe space - how dare you interrupt me like this. Leave, go home and don't come back here.'' Cherie shut the door in her face, making sure it shut with a slam - clenching her jaws and groaning to herself after the lock clicked in place.

That was rude, she'd realized that fairly quickly after shutting the door on her previous good friend. It had just been so many years ago. Too many years, and still Cherie couldn't deny them. Even after telling herself so many times she didn't want them to disturb her life anymore. Even after telling them. She couldn't not give into their company. So she opened the door again, barely ten seconds later after slamming it. ''Meet me at The Blue Plate, it's a ten minute drive. I'll be there in thirty.'' With that, she closed the door again. A local diner, someplace public, since she needed to go for a bite anyway. It gave her some leeway on finishing the paperwork she had left, to take a breather, freshen up and close the facility for the day.

continued from here. @survivcrss (tagged in a new post otherwise you get so many notifs)

No. That was Cherie's greeting, and Evelyn was not surprised. She remembered that Cherie had a habit of pushing people away and isolating herself. But that made talking to her even more important. It wasn't just out of altruism or a desire to rekindle the sense of sisterhood she had once experienced in the group���although that was part of it—Evelyn was creating an artpiece. A new work that was supposed to express the shared experience they all had in the forest. The pain, the hardship, but also the joy and the friendship. It was still in the very earliest stages, she hadn't even decided yet which medium she was going to use. Whether it was going to be a painting or a sculpture, or perhaps a written piece. All she knew was that she was going to need everyone else's input. Or at least, as many of the women as she could find. However, she was very aware that getting Cherie's opinion was going to be a very difficult task. Maybe one of the hardest. "I know this is unexpected", Evelyn quickly interjected, her tone of voice a mix between apologetic and diplomatic. The last thing she wanted was for Cherie to slam the door right in her face, so she had to do her best to make this not feel too invasive. That's why she stayed at least two steps away from the door, standing at a bit of a distance. "And of course, I'll leave if you insist. I'd just really love to talk to you. It doesn't have to be right now, it could be another time but in that case, please at least allow me to leave you my phone number." She paused for a moment, a hint of emotionality and determination flickering behind her eyes, despite her outwardly calm appearance. "It's not a waste of time to me."

[survivcrss]

On stage - be it in a garage, a made up stage, a karaoke bar, anyplace with a microphone - Juliet felt a freedom she didn't feel anywhere else. Hadn't felt anywhere else other than.... times she preferred not to reminisce about. Because something inside her knew that, however messed up, it had felt amazing to be free from society's pressure of fitting in. Even though their future had been unsure, uncertain, at times, there had been no laws, no bills to pay, no stress about work or their parents. On stage she could feel part of that freedom, it wasn't entirely the same, but it definitely came close.

With an extravagant bow she thanked her girls for their enthusiasm and hung the microphone back on its stand. ''No, no, I simply couldn't! It's not a free for all, this voice of mine. And I can't have you girls get wasted faster than me, this girl needs a drink.''

With that, she hopped off the stage and gestured to Edith, beckoning her to take her spot on stage instead. ''I told the bar guy you'd be up next, Eddie. I'll fetch us a new round of drinks, okay. Come on, love, it's your turn to shine on stage now!'' @alpenglowss

surely a regrettable night by dawn. the horrors were the concoctions that poisoned eddie's insides. intoxicated by the liquor, and sound of juliet's voice filling the space — long locks of chestnut whipped around carelessly. a moment edith didn't allow herself often. letting lose publicly without feeling like people were watching. all guards were down. god forbid these group of women had a bit of fun amidst all of their trauma. running with the shadows of the night. indeed. "you sound incredible !"

arms stretched upwards as the woman danced around. there had been a time where edith hadn't found a moment of freedom and luxury to come into existence. reaching a certain age hadn't felt possible. there had been such a fight, but time had warped reality. now... they were supposed to adapt back into normal society. flow with people untouched to what life forced upon them. be one with the mundane. they were free by simple standard. there was nothing simple about any of these people. there was still a hunger for survival.

@survivcrss // @legacyfms // @wiilderncss

[survivcrss]

''It's okay,'' it totally wasn't - but the circumstances they were in, they had no choice. It was either kill or be killed. They had to eat and after all the plane snacks had been devoured until the very last peanut, they were on their own. The hack into the game was awful, a noise she'd never forget, a noise that had worked its way under her skin, into her dreams, and yet she couldn't not do it either. Her wrist had gotten used to the weight of the knife, to the swing and strength it took to cut a rabbit's head off. To work her way around the guts and what else. ''I can handle it,'' Cherie nodded, mostly wording it to herself, ''but I definitely wouldn't kiss you here, the smell is too horrid for that.'' An attempt at a joke, but with the whole situation going on, there was not really a smile to be found. ''Want me to do the next one? We can take turns.''

starter: open 🐾 location: campsite.

"not the prettiest sight." — she knew. "but do try to not projectile all over the dinner." not a sauce she called for while preparing the food. the scene was barbaric. the ripping. the cutting. skinning. the noises erupted from lucia's actions had been unsettling, and her hands were stained with the result of it all. "if you can't stomach it...maybe take a step away." shock could lock the eye sight. glue it directly to what seemed horrifying. lucia had done this very preparation repeatedly now that she became desensitized to the brutality. they needed to eat. she'd help make sure of it.

[survivcrss]

Rosamund Pike in the trailer for Now You See Me: Now You Don't (2025)

[survivcrss]

Her fingers unclenched around the bathroom sink when her one and only love's voice filled the room. Opening her eyes, Clara had appeared behind her in the reflection of the mirror. Her lips finding the bare skin of Juliet's shoulders, she briefly closed her eyes, feeling the sensation, feeling the shivers run down her spine like she was really there. Even though a big part of her knew Clara wasn't there anymore, part of her still refused to acknowledge that entirely. Even though she'd been in therapy, talked to her sister about it, talked to the girls about it over the years, it.... was something she couldn't let go of. She couldn't let go of Clara. Biting her lower lip at the soothing touch down her arms, she turned around, her back now leaning against the sink. ''I know, darling, it can't be you. It could never be you, writing me letters when you're right here. With me.'' Her eyes went down to Clara's lips in between words, still feeling her lips on hers after all this time. Remembering it so clearly, like an eternal kiss forged in fire.

"What you've always done, mi amor. You survive." She said softly, suddenly appearing in the mirror behind Juliet. Clara would always do anything for the love of her life, even in death. Which was why she's here. Clara walked forwards, kissing the back of Juliet's shoulders. Fingers lightly tracing down her arms, like just a whisper of her presence. "You know that letter's not me. I've never left you."

[survivcrss]

''No! What the fuck! It doesn't even suit you, Maia!'' Dramatic as she was, there was anger involved in her tone. All she had eyes for was the golden container, having been a gift from mother dear - along with many other gifts but that wasn't the point - ''give it back, you bitch! It's not yours, it's never been yours - the color doesn't even fucking suit you!'' Cherie shouted, drawing more attention as she went on. Her voice cracked, a sign of weakness, a sign of sadness, but Cherie didn't just give in. This time, she gave her an actual shove, wanting to show her how serious she was. This wasn't just a game to her, a tease they often had in the locker room, this was fucking survival. ''This one's not up for debate, not after all you bitches already took my clothes, my belongings like I'm some fucking charity!'' Cherie yelled around the group now she'd stirred up commotion from her angry exclaims towards Maia.

At this point Maia didn't care what was who's, everything was free for the taking. Plus in her viewpoint it helped morale by sharing some of the finer things everyone brought. So she may have helped herself to Cherie's lipstick that she always secretly envied. She was leaning over the shitty excuse of a mirror from one of the plane's sides when Cherie ran up on her. Maia immediately stood up. "What you don't want to see your lipstick on me?" She teased. The minute Cherie tried to swipe the container back, Maia quickly held it up in the air using her height as leverage. She was pushed slightly but it didn't stop her. "Oh come on! We all agreed to sharing everything. Community resources or whatever."

[survivcrss]

''Like come on, we're all adults here, could've at least let us have some fun, right! Champagne for on the way back or something! You know, for when we've won. Well, you guys I mean.... Not that it matters anymore.'' There would be no Nationals, not with the state of the team, the loss they'd already suffered.... it was more than cruel. It was Hell. Yet she tried not to give up hope. ''It's fine, I never trusted them anyway.'' Juliet closed her eyes and softly moaned when Clara mentioned a hot bath, imagining now having one of her own. ''Ugh, that sounds so good. With a glass of wine and a cheese platter and some goss magazine about Cher wearing the hottest jumpsuit. She is sooo fine.'' A chuckle ran past her lips, lifting the mood for a second. ''Not selfish - it's sweet. I'm glad I'm here too,'' she teased, swatting her friend lightly before admitting the same, ''I'm glad you're here too. Alive. I don't know what I would've done without you - sure I'm older and may be wiser, or something, than the team but that doesn't mean I have all the answers.'' How could she, when she was still trying to find her way in life as well?

''Hey....how's your leg doing? Don't just say you're fine,'' even though she'd just used that phrase her very self, ''save me that nonsense, I've seen the way you walk,'' there had been so much more she had memorized about Clara, that smile every time Jules talked to her after trainings, that spark in her eyes when she talked so passionately about the team, that laugh that bubbled from her chest every time Jules joked about something silly, her hands, her hair, her scent - God she needed to not make it weird, ''I mean I'm a good observer. I'm sure the others don't even know, I haven't said a word -'' the blonde reached out to Clara, extending her pinky, ''- promise.''

Clara laughed, knowing she could use a hard drink right about now as well. "Right? You'd think they'd have some for the girls, it's not like they're in high school. I bet you they didn't want to dole out extra money for the booze." She hadn't done as much as she wished she could have to help, her bad knee got hurt in the crash and made it hard for her to move too much without being in pain. But Clara welcomed time alone with Jules, feeling like she could be herself around her, so she offered to stumble around and help collect wood. "Yeah I think planes are very much out of all of our future. I'm sorry this was how you first got introduced to them." Clara gladly sat down as well, giving her knee a chance to rest. "I'm finding it's not so much the people I'm missing but the little things which I know sound stupid. But what I wouldn't give for a hot bath right now." She looked up at Jules and smiled slightly. "Is it selfish of me to say I'm glad you're here?"

[survivcrss]

Her walkman. The realization hit her like a train, breaking through the numbness that had taken over. A way of coping after she'd freed herself from her seat, crawled towards the exit away from the smoke, she could swear she'd even felt someone step on her in panic of escaping the plane. She had curled herself up seated against a tree, completely lost in herself but not suffering from any broken bones. In fact, the worst that happened to her was the inhaling of smoke and the way her mascara had run out, making her look like a raccoon instead of the picture perfect looking doll she usually was.

Music. She needed her headphones and walkman to be able to cope with whatever was going on and she made a beeline towards the plane again now the fire had died out. Ignoring those who maybe directed their questions at her, all she wanted right now was her comfort to reality. Because this wasn't real, right? This would only be temporary.... rescue would come soon. Cherie gulped at the thought, feeling tears well up in her eyes which made it harder to see clearly. When her foot kicked against something like a suitcase, she nearly stumbled backwards when she laid eyes onto the person who had taken a hold of it. ''Jesus - El, I-I didn't see you there,'' she made an attempt at wiping the tears away, sniffling in the process.

''I actually wanted to look for my suitcase...I need something. Something important. I....I need my stuff. Have you seen a pink suitcase, maybe? I need it like right now-'' desperately, ''- so I can help you after if you want, okay?''

Closed for @survivcrss | Elyse & Cherie shortly after the plane crash

They needed supplies. Elyse didn't really know what, but she also didn't know what to do now that everyone seemed more or less situated, so she needed to keep busy. So, collecting anything that seemed remotely useful was better than just idly standing around, right? Certainly they would be found and rescued after a day, maybe two, but in the meantime...

So she was staring at the husk of the plane, her face screwed up a little as she studied it, before she started picking through the rubble. The metal pieces - what they could remove or carry, at least - would prove useful in making shelter if they needed it. There might be food or something, at least the little flight snacks, somewhere in the plane too, if they were lucky. And water. It would last them a couple days, certainly.

She was pulling a suitcase out from under some of the rubble when movement out of the corner of her eye made her startle. She held a hand to her chest as if it would help calm the spike in her heart rate before she offered Cherie a sheepish smile. "Hey - sorry. You uh - you scared me. I didn't know anyone else was over -- Do you think you can maybe help me with this? I figure...it can't hurt to gather some supplies together, right? Plus, I don't know, maybe someone packed something useful..."

[survivcrss]

Who: Clara / @legacyfms Where: Jules' home

Tessa had just gone out the door, leaving Juliet for some alone time - or well, that was the point of taking a bath. She'd done everything to get it ready, fill the tub, drizzle in some relaxing oils for her tight feeling muscles, add some amazing smelling soaps and get her clothes for the night with a towel ready. All she had to do was undress herself. Like she'd done plenty of times before, it was a simple basic task - and yet she clung onto her sink. Staring at the reflection in the mirror where she barely recognized herself in. Her skin was paler, her eyes greyer, her lips pressed together and her jaws clenched. What was she to do about this fucking letter? Think. Think. She couldn't. And she closed her eyes, deeply inhaled before muttering the words, ''what am I to do without you, Clara, after all these years...''

[survivcrss]

Truth be told, she hadn't really gotten much shut eye. Her chest still hurt from the impact of the crash, her wrist was bruised from something heavy crashing against it, or well she assumed, she'd been out whilst it happened. Their strange surroundings, the long wait for rescue to come, the thought of wildlife sniffing them out and making their move when they were tired out - it all played a big part in why she was still up. She wondered if her foster parents cared about her gone missing - if anyone had noticed they had gone missing at all. Surely someone had....surely they were expected to be at Nationals by now... right?

Leni's voice didn't really come through to her at first, like she was underwater, drowning in her thoughts, but when she came into Emery's sight - the realization came of what she'd just asked. ''Hey...'' she made room for Leni to come sit next to her, ''...no, I don't think so. Needed some air.'' She had left Leni's side in their makeshift of a bed, had left the comfort of her soft hair, of her girlfriend's warm back against her front, surely Leni had woken up from the lack of warmth spooning her. Her hand, her good hand, reached out for Leni's, taking a hold of hers as she listened to her. Nodded to where her train of thoughts were going. ''Do you think we should um,'' a question she should ask coach perhaps, ''bury the bodies, too? I don't know... do a service kind of thing, say something.'' Just a suggestion, although the topic was fresh, they were going to be confronted with seeing deceased teammates when they'd go back to the crash site after all. ''But yeah, I think it's nice,'' she squeezed Leni's hand, gave her a reassuring smile, ''it's a good idea. I'm going with you, help you out, always.''

starter: open ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 location: campsite.

sunlight began to emerge above. peaking through the cracks of leaves that canopied them. lenora's mind never allowed her to rest through morning. she'd always been one of the first to wake back at home. here, there weren't any wooden floors to creak on while sneaking to make a pot of coffee. there had been nothing but loss, and decay around her as she sat perched on a log thinking about out of reach luxuries. how long would it be like this ? lost in the thick of wood. "hey—been up long?" eyes flicked over to the other. since leni had first opened her eyes, all that had been awake were chirping bugs. the sound was insufferable. taunting her from any gentle rest. they were loud. insistent to hold her attention. "i was thinking about heading to the crash site...." a sensitive topic. taking the images in of where this entire trauma had began was tender. "just see if there's something of use... maybe some instant coffee somewhere in the stew cabins...maybe rip out some cushions. it'd be nice to not go alone."

[survivcrss]

Who: Tessa / @wiilderncss , Chloe / @legacyfms & Edith / @alpenglowss Where: Some 80s karaoke bar

Three shots of tequila, two beers and one glass of wine in, there she was. On stage. Having picked Shadows Of The Night by Pat Benatar, she'd taken hold of the microphone and sang her ass off as if she was performing for thousands when in reality it was only a handful of people gathered in the bar tonight. Shaking her hair loose, she sure made a show of it on stage, if not to entertain herself it was definitely to entertain her sister. And slightly embarrass her, as always. As a big sister it was and remained her duty to bring her some form of embarrassment, especially when she would convince her to do a song with her together later.

How did they get here again? - It had started with that letter, that god awful letter someone had written pretending to be Clara and Juliet wanted to get to the bottom of it after holing herself back up in her house for the weekend. It'd been Tessa's idea to invite a few of the girls over, cheer Jules up, interrogate them on the low, but mostly... drink and have fun. Yet as she laid eyes on her friends, it was Clara who she still saw so clearly when she sang 80s songs. When she downed a drink or two. When she saw the girls hanging out together. When she closed her eyes at night. She was still there, within her mind, within her heart, within her soul. Every single day.

[survivcrss]

HELEN NORVILLE in THE NEWSREADER (2021-2025)

she is so cat-coded i'm in love with her

[survivcrss]

emery fernsby.

file info.

BIRTH NAME: Emery Fernsby NICKNAMES: Em, Fernsby, Sergeant GENDER: Cis woman, she/her FACECLAIM: Kaitlyn Dever (younger) & Anna Torv (older) TEAM ROLE: Defender (center-back) OCCUPATION: Sergeant SEXUALITY: Lesbian RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Lenora Sharpe

PERSONALITY: Closed off, a woman of little words, has a hard time telling anyone her real feelings, is protective of those she cares about, camps with anger issues, can lash out when she feels cornered or threatened (more so when she was younger), more of a serious type, a pessimist shaped by life, a dyke by heart, a butch by nature.

SKILLS: Good with chopping wood, carrying rocks, luggage, supplies or any other heavy stuff like bodies, will figure out how to build traps for rabbits and bigger game in time.

then.

TW: domestic abuse, alcohol mention

Born to Michael and Jane Fernsby, the couple hadn't counted on having a child. In fact, the pregnancy had been fairly unwanted. Yet, both raised religiously, they were very pro-life and took it upon themselves to raise a child. But taking care of a baby took a toll on them both, Jane suffered from postnatal depression and Michael took after his father's alcoholism problem. He disappeared most nights to the bar as Jane rather let Emery cry for hours than take care of her. That's the childhood she remembers, the alcoholic father with anger issues and the emotionally distant mother. At the age of six she got taken away by child services and moved from foster to foster family. During her childhood she was always behind in school, she was behind in socializing and didn't have any friends. Because of her biological father's behavior, she acted up too, picked fights with other children who made fun of her, she swore a lot for her age. Her personality issues was one of the biggest reasons she didn't stick at a foster family for very long.

Then another family came around. They actually had experience in dealing with children with traumatic pasts, who dealt with anger issues and whatnot. Emery got introduced to sports, boxing, soccer, rugby, anything that gave her an outlet of some sorts for her anger. With a lot of help, a tutor after school, summer school and then some she made it into college. With no idea of what direction to go into, she figured an English bachelor couldn't hurt. Her eye had fallen onto the school's soccer team, but it'd been too late for her to earn a spot. Well into her first year, there was a dropout, a defender spot opened up and Emery was the first to sign up. Needless to say, she got the part.

Getting to know the girls had been tough for a girl like Emery, who kept to herself, closed herself off and was better off on her own. It took her longer than most to warm up to the team, both on and off the field. Then there was Leni... sweet Leni who she opened up to, the first of the team she actually started to care about. Caring for someone was such a new funny feeling. A feeling that bloomed into more, a friendship, a crush, a love... a relationship.

now.

If it had been up to Emery, she never would've left the wilderness. However twisted that sounds, she's never felt home in the real world. For Emery, Leni, the team and the wilderness was enough, even though realistically that never would've worked out. Throughout the entire time they've been away from the real world, Emery and Leni had been together. But after rescue came, they drifted apart. By different interests. By graduating. By processing trauma. By life.

Emery chose to pursue her need to become part of the military, to push away the past and chase the future. Which went good for a while, amazing even. She succeeded in her trainings, in learning a new way of life, away from civilization, away from media, the army was where she was safe. But happiness wasn't meant to last. Her past caught up with her quicker than expected, leaving her broken beyond repair during an intensive training out into unknown terrain. Emery was sent home, whatever that stupid word meant, to recover and see a therapist about her mental state. Home. The only home she had ever had was Leni. Not a house. Not people she called family on paper. Leni. So she drifted towards her when her mental state wasn't all that great. They drifted on unsure waters, floating towards and away from one another for a while.

Until Emery chose the military over anyone else. For years and years she disappeared from the map, making sure she wasn't to be contacted by anyone. She needed time away and the military was her only way how. Her heart locked away, her past shoved into the back of her mind, numbness took over. Emery lived her life on autopilot, climbing higher in rank and becoming the military's perfect trained sergeant.

Life caught up with Emery again when her team drifted away one by one, traveling, choosing a different career, losing their ability to work, pursuing a life with a loved one.... Love. The one thing Emery hadn't allowed herself to give, to feel, to experience, all those years. Years that had been lost to losing herself, though growing stronger in life. Emery chased after the only one that had stolen and kept her heart safe for so long, her home. Leni, who she got to know all over again. Different, experienced, changed by life this time. And yet still the old Leni was so clear for Emery to see. To take care of. To protect. To love. Emery proposed to her, made sure to never let her go again. Not after all those lost years she'd been too stuck up to see what had been there all along. Leni's hand in hers. Until the end of time.

[survivcrss]

There it was. The sweet scent that pulled her right back in. That familiar scent that coated Chloe's skin that Cherie wanted to devour. It reeled her in so tenderly, tore down her vulnerable walls with such ease. As if Chloe's soft voice wasn't convincing enough yet, it were her soft hands cupping her face that made Cherie close her eyes, exhaling a breath of supposed resistance. That please sent a shiver down her spine, shifting her will to leave into giving it another shot. One more night. Darkened eyes revealed themselves and she leaned into the touch of Chloe's hands, her mouth finding the palm of her hand to kiss it without tearing her gaze off of the other's. Her lips wrapped around Chloe's index finger, her tongue warming her fingertip as her own hands left the edge of the bed. Like she'd done a dozen times before, her hands found the tie of her robe, skillfully unwrapping her without opening up the robe just yet. She took a hold of Chloe's hips, moving them around so she'd be sitting on the other's lap, lightly straddling her, her hands finding her shoulders and leaning in for a tender open-eyed kiss.

They fell back into each other often, no matter how many times they both have said they couldn't do this anymore. So when Chloe opened up her door to see Cherie she didn't hesitate to let her in knowing they'd fall into the familiar pattern eventually. Later in the night Chloe walked out of her bathroom in nothing but her robe. She stopped in her tracks the moment the words fell out of Cherie. She expected it but not this soon. With a small sigh she finished her way to the bed, standing in front of Cherie. "Stay. Just for the night." Chloe said softly, cupping Cherie's face. "Please?" She wasn't used to asking for something she wanted but she always felt vulnerable around the other.

[survivcrss]

Eloise was a subject she still, after all those years, didn't have the right words for whenever her death was brought up. Those were times she rather stored away, never thought of again - but life kept throwing reminders at her every single day. A regret she had to live with every single day. An act kindness of her parents she'd been reminded of so many times when she was younger, it had been engraved onto her soul, a constant echo that bounced back in the back of her mind. The plane that doomed them all. If only it had been a regular plane, their futures would've looked so much different. Better, perhaps. With teammates that had still been alive. Estranged, perhaps. With families not torn apart, one way or another. Stronger, perhaps. ''Should we, uh ...'' fingers taking a tighter grip around her beer bottle, jesus she was so awkward now, ''make a toast or say something? I don't know, it'll be her birthday soon, right...?'' If she'd still been alive, that was.

𓇢𓆸 location. rooftop. 𓇢𓆸 closed starter // @survivcrss

silence was a mouth that often swallowed hazel whole. floating down the depths of darkness until the path outward couldn't be found. a place that left her entirely unsettled. taking a deep breath, the woman adjusted her posture. there was an abundance of courage speaking about the past they all shared together. what amplified her fear. truth was, hazel hadn't deciphered if she felt more at ease with those who shared the same experiences as her, or if she was more terrified. had she been once a terrifying person ? one who walked hand in hand with such horrors that she feared so much ? "sometimes i still hear her." eloise. her sister. survivalist of a crash. lost to the terrors of the wilderness.