"Get your hands off me you ignorant piece of shit."
In which two siblings get strapped along for the ride.
TWD
G.R. X O.C. X O.C.
Slow burn & love triangle!
*NOT POLY
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Outside The Greene House, early morning...
Eleanor Adams was sat next to her brother, both in a camp chair though one of them held a heaping plate of scrambled eggs while the other held a notebook. Binder clipped to the front cover was an array of pink, white, and yellow strings.
The only ambient noise was the birds chirping and the graining noise of her aunt sharpening her knife. Every four seconds on the dot did that agitating noise ring through the camp.
It was an awful noise, like nails on a chalkboard mixed with the sound of metal on stone. The Terror Twins tried to ignore it the best they could, but they were sensitive to sound. Always had been.
Styrofoam cups were the siblings' worst enemy.
Elle had just about finished Beth's bracelet, she tied a few knots before glancing at her brother in disgust. She hated scrambled eggs, and the way he was scarfing them down was nausea inducing.
Tucker continued to ravage his breakfast, Carol had opted to cook it outside over the fire today since Maggie had just about shoved her away when she asked to use the kitchen. The Greene girl could be terribly moody at times, at least that's what Carol concluded.
Elle tied knots almost mindlessly as she watched the members of her group. There wasn't much talking this morning, it was silent on the western front. She did notice Maggie watching them cautiously from the porch but once she threw a stern look at Glenn he writhed in his seat. Jumping up and walking over to the jug of water Rick put out.
The blonde tried to look away before he met her eye but it was too late before both sets of eyes were fleeting away from the other. All with the soft lull of that god awful scratching noise.
"Can you stop?" Elle blurted in a single breath, the strings getting caught in her fingers amidst her fluster.
"Seriously, knock that shit off." Tucker huffed between bites of food. Andrea looked over at them cautiously before dropping the knife and the sharpening stone to the ground with a clatter.
"Too much noise for you two?" She snapped, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, chill out." Rory looked between her sister and her kids. The tensions had been high between the family ever since the accident with Daryl. Under copious pressure things get said harsher than needed be.
That's exactly what happened and Andrea Harrison was still offended by what her niece, nephew, and sister had said to her.
The camp went back to silence, just the sound of scratching plates or heavy feet on the earth floor. That pleased Elle as she went back to tying the knots up the strings, the chevron pattern was loud and clear, almost finished.
She wore one of Tucker's zip up jackets this morning, as the dewy air of pre sunrise was often chilly. Though Elle had a habit of always being a little cold, her brother however always ran hot. He hadn't worn anything but a short sleeved shirt since this whole disaster began.
