❦ ❃ THE BOOK OF MOONLIGHT | ...
"and i hope you're reminded,
that no matter how hard you close your eyes
to try and forget the way they held you close.
you'll never escape the moonlight."
carl and thalia are in love. they just have...
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♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. . . .wash. by bon iver Part V: Times of Peril
Third Person, Thalia Centered
"How are we gonna find him if we don't know where they went?"
"I know how to find him."
"Oh did you get a map I didn't know about? Please by all means share," the older huffed digging his feet into the dirt as they walked.
Spinning around on her heels the girl glared at him, "I don't need a map because I know how to find him," she spoke slowly, words sharp and harsh.
"Well in that case, my omnipresent all-knowing queen, lead the way," he smiled holding his hands up toward her as he knelt, head dipped down.
Bumping his knee with her foot the younger shook her head, waiting for him to get up again. Once he was standing up she turned back around, continuing through the tuft of trees.
It was two more hours of Lucas stumbling after her, pushing branches out of his way as he huffed, "Can we at least run to one of the towns nearby, I heard there's an arcade," he hummed.
After three empty towns and two camps they still found nothing, it had begun to feel like they were going in circles.
Thalia stopped walking her hands falling to her sides after the gun was holstered, spinning around she scoffed, "We don't need any distractions and that sounds like a big one."
"It has Mrs. Pac-man."
"I'll follow you."
So the two veered off the trail they'd been following, instead headed toward the ghost town. Not many walkers were around, they saw a few but over the years they had gotten slower. Now it seemed their only problem was other people, not surprising but also not easy.
Walking through the woods felt weird, nowadays they would've taken a horse of car. What they were doing now reminded her of the past, walking for days just to get to another town.
Glancing around she held the gun heavy in her hand, letting the unfamiliar weight hang low. Despite not using one in a while she was still a good shot, killing a walker felt different now.
Like it was something she wasn't supposed to do.
"You still haven't said what you're gonna do if we find him," the older was walking slower so they were side to side again.
