Post by trinity selene levens on Jun 13, 2023 1:17:19 GMT -5
 | trinity selene levens |
trinity hadn’t known a quiet day since the masquerade, all those years ago. as much as she was a stranger to quiet, her bones were a stranger to sleep - they more commonly ached than she felt whole, nowadays. she was nearly numb to the soft pain of a body pushed far beyond its limit. existence felt anachronistic in the worst sort of way. years felt like days, days felt as long as years; and it all slipped through trinity’s fingers before she had the chance to orient herself. apparently, she’d turned twenty-five a few months ago. or was it weeks? she didn’t care enough to tell.
her heart ached watching how far the world had fallen. society, if you could even still call it that, was in disrepair. at this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if the number of fallen outnumbered the standing. the only peace she got was from watching the way the survivors had banded together, forming safe houses out of rubble and making a family for those who had lost theirs. it was comforting to see the children feel safe, oblivious to the true terror of the world outside.
these small things, now and again, were able to make trinity feel like a shadow of her former self. she preferred the naiveté over the more quiet, melancholy person she’d become. at least she’d gotten good at faking a smile, even if it couldn’t reach her eyes.
the sun was barely cresting over the horizon, which meant it was time for scouts to go out and check for people in need of help and scavenge for any possible resources. it was still dangerous – that risk was never fully gone – but the sun provided some safety for those willing to take the risk. as one of the few remaining order members, trinity had easily accepted the responsibility gladly. her near-negligible sleep in the past 48 hours mattered naught when someone asked for her to fill in for their shift, and as such was the case, she shuffled to the meeting point with what was to be her partner for the day.
when she saw the slightly-slumped figure turned away from her approach, she forced a tight-lipped smile. a friend, once. someone she could have loved. now, with the weight of that past, a near stranger no matter how many stilted conversations they had. he was helping "her side", now, but that didn't erase the hurt of thinking of how much she gave to a half-true version of him.
“figured we’d start sweeping north first, and go from there.” she stepped into ransom’s eyeline and tilted her head back to force eye contact. tired, maybe, but not weak. “good morning, flint.”
her heart ached watching how far the world had fallen. society, if you could even still call it that, was in disrepair. at this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if the number of fallen outnumbered the standing. the only peace she got was from watching the way the survivors had banded together, forming safe houses out of rubble and making a family for those who had lost theirs. it was comforting to see the children feel safe, oblivious to the true terror of the world outside.
these small things, now and again, were able to make trinity feel like a shadow of her former self. she preferred the naiveté over the more quiet, melancholy person she’d become. at least she’d gotten good at faking a smile, even if it couldn’t reach her eyes.
the sun was barely cresting over the horizon, which meant it was time for scouts to go out and check for people in need of help and scavenge for any possible resources. it was still dangerous – that risk was never fully gone – but the sun provided some safety for those willing to take the risk. as one of the few remaining order members, trinity had easily accepted the responsibility gladly. her near-negligible sleep in the past 48 hours mattered naught when someone asked for her to fill in for their shift, and as such was the case, she shuffled to the meeting point with what was to be her partner for the day.
when she saw the slightly-slumped figure turned away from her approach, she forced a tight-lipped smile. a friend, once. someone she could have loved. now, with the weight of that past, a near stranger no matter how many stilted conversations they had. he was helping "her side", now, but that didn't erase the hurt of thinking of how much she gave to a half-true version of him.
“figured we’d start sweeping north first, and go from there.” she stepped into ransom’s eyeline and tilted her head back to force eye contact. tired, maybe, but not weak. “good morning, flint.”
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