Hello again everyone! It took me a while to post this, yes, and it shouldn't have. I've been picking at it and picking at it, and I'm still a bit wary about this story. Still, I hope it satisfies. Also this first update is short mainly because I'm putting my feelers out and testing the feedback, I know the meme has been quiet lately. But anyway, it's good to be back with these characters! <3-A!A
He doesn’t recognize her—not even remotely, at first.
At first, she is a dirty, skinny, dead-eyed creature whose hair is shorn and dull in color, whose large eyes make her look harsh and wild.
Kate does not look joyful and vibrant, but blank and utterly barren of the vibrant happiness she once emanated—she is alert, like a feral animal thrust into a foreign territory. Herman has never been more unnerved by a sight in his entire life.
“…Kate?” Herman looks her over once more, unbelieving of her presence after so long—a year, maybe two?—and hovers his hand over his pistol.
Kate blinks at the sight of him, apparently equally as bewildered by the sight of him, and her hand drops limply from the large rifle adorning her back; Herman has the faint thought that the gun seems to make her hunch, as if the weight of it has bent her small body forcibly.
“Kate?—well… Gosh! I can hardly believe it! Is that really you?” He laughs, nearly hysterical from the suffocating air that she radiates, and continues to stare expectantly into those foreign eyes. No spite, no hidden laughter, no dark secrets, no confidence. Just… nothing.
“Kate?” Herman repeats, quietly now, for he can see the recognition flickering weakly in her eyes. He notices many ghastly scars as they stand there staring at one another, even with her baggy and largely concealing… armor? Clothing? He can’t quite tell. He thinks to a time when she was spotless.
“Manny.” She finally chokes out, the sound of her voice bringing a sharp pang to his heart—it is a voice he has strained to remember for over a year. Though, like the rest of her, the sound is small and wary.
It doesn’t take long until she is crossing the large space that has built between them. The wild touch to her eyes worries him, makes him back up a step or two, but his fear is unfounded in the end. Kate collapses into him in a fury of tears and dusty fabric, wrapping her arms around him with a desperation that steals his breath away.
She feels different, no longer soft and exciting and blissful. Kate is hard with muscle and bone, smells of unwashed human and death and dirt, and her body no longer fills his arms—which eventually wrap around her in return—like she once did.
Her sobs are so frantic in their nature that it isn’t long before she cannot breathe, that she begins to choke and claw at him in the need for aid.
An old supposedly dead part of him is roused, forcing him into action as he scoops her up—somewhat awkwardly around the uncomfortable jabs of weapons—and shuffles her quickly into the entrance area. It is there that she breathes, gulping down air and letting the strong breeze from the outside dry her eyes.
He watches her during these few minutes, brow drawn in confusion, hand gripping hers tightly as he tucks a strand of hair from her dirty face awkwardly.
Missed Me 1a/?
He doesn’t recognize her—not even remotely, at first.
At first, she is a dirty, skinny, dead-eyed creature whose hair is shorn and dull in color, whose large eyes make her look harsh and wild.
Kate does not look joyful and vibrant, but blank and utterly barren of the vibrant happiness she once emanated—she is alert, like a feral animal thrust into a foreign territory. Herman has never been more unnerved by a sight in his entire life.
“…Kate?” Herman looks her over once more, unbelieving of her presence after so long—a year, maybe two?—and hovers his hand over his pistol.
Kate blinks at the sight of him, apparently equally as bewildered by the sight of him, and her hand drops limply from the large rifle adorning her back; Herman has the faint thought that the gun seems to make her hunch, as if the weight of it has bent her small body forcibly.
“Kate?—well… Gosh! I can hardly believe it! Is that really you?” He laughs, nearly hysterical from the suffocating air that she radiates, and continues to stare expectantly into those foreign eyes. No spite, no hidden laughter, no dark secrets, no confidence. Just… nothing.
“Kate?” Herman repeats, quietly now, for he can see the recognition flickering weakly in her eyes. He notices many ghastly scars as they stand there staring at one another, even with her baggy and largely concealing… armor? Clothing? He can’t quite tell. He thinks to a time when she was spotless.
“Manny.” She finally chokes out, the sound of her voice bringing a sharp pang to his heart—it is a voice he has strained to remember for over a year. Though, like the rest of her, the sound is small and wary.
It doesn’t take long until she is crossing the large space that has built between them. The wild touch to her eyes worries him, makes him back up a step or two, but his fear is unfounded in the end. Kate collapses into him in a fury of tears and dusty fabric, wrapping her arms around him with a desperation that steals his breath away.
She feels different, no longer soft and exciting and blissful. Kate is hard with muscle and bone, smells of unwashed human and death and dirt, and her body no longer fills his arms—which eventually wrap around her in return—like she once did.
Her sobs are so frantic in their nature that it isn’t long before she cannot breathe, that she begins to choke and claw at him in the need for aid.
An old supposedly dead part of him is roused, forcing him into action as he scoops her up—somewhat awkwardly around the uncomfortable jabs of weapons—and shuffles her quickly into the entrance area. It is there that she breathes, gulping down air and letting the strong breeze from the outside dry her eyes.
He watches her during these few minutes, brow drawn in confusion, hand gripping hers tightly as he tucks a strand of hair from her dirty face awkwardly.
Who is this?