02-07-2019, 06:18 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]tw death, blood, choking(?) eh.
Happiness, it just wasn't meant for broken people.
Hadn't he learned that when he was a mere child? When he'd recalled his parents, his favorite memory of them was supposed to be the ones where they'd disciplined him softly with a tickle to the stomach afterwards, not him taking an axe to them. His father thought he was being a father by teaching him how to be a man, and when it wasn't enough punishment followed suit. His mother? Well, she was a kind woman who believed solace was everywhere where the statue of a man on the cross that apparently existed was. Her answers the first time Daniel had been slapped so hard, a bruise marked him for days was to pray. And it wasn't even for his father, but for Daniel to be the son that his father wanted him to be. And Teddy? She had so much potential. Had been the only person he'd cried for as he watched the life drain from her eyes due to him. If a better place existed, he prayed she was in it. He promised since, that no other person would grant him happiness. Happiness, it brought you vulnerability and when you lost that person, life goes on but there's always that scar.
And then he met Sarah.
It was in no way, love at first sight, if it'd been loved at all. Just like her brother, Keenan, she expressed a similar distrust towards him as she should have, but there was goodness in her heart that allowed her to take him in anyway. Fix him up anyway. And eventually, fall in love with him anyway. Daniel, in his vulnerable state, knew he felt something for her. As he healed, he fell head over heels for her. She reminded him or someone, soft voice and sharp tongue, someone he never quite got to know but had they had the right timing, being Daniel in his vulnerable state, he could have loved her. Like he thought he loved Sarah. She made him happy, and when her brother mysteriously passed, she relied on him just as much. A life in the apocalypse such as this? It was no life at all, however, and shit is bound to go awry. He lost Sarah way before her death. Daniel had a bullshit detector, could tell when people lied through their teeth because he'd done it all his life. She'd taken in a stranger, similarly to how she'd taken in him and in his suspicions, placed the blame on him made him feel like he was fucking crazy until he found the proof, this man and the love of his life in the bed together.
That man? He was shot. But Sarah? Similar to Teddy, he'd wrapped his hands around her neck in a fit of rage. Her eyes bulged, attempting to claw at his hands, both her tears and his own a sickeningly sweet mixture, a last goodbye. Teddy had been the last time he cried, now it was Sarah, and while he could find closure in Teddy, Sarah wasn't quite so easy. He'd stayed in their house, reminiscing for days. Throwing shit, ripping down photographs. How could she have betrayed him like that? Taken him in, pretended to love him, and when his back was turned whisper the same words to another? And how could he be so stupid to believe in her? He knew he couldn't stay here forever. So finally, he changed his bloodied sweatshirt and tended wounds left from things he'd broken before gathering his backpack with no particular place set in mind, eerily quiet for someone like him. Cold. Lonely. Vulnerable.
It was more than easy for an NPC to stop him in his tracks. "You've stepped into Flintlock territory, what's your business here?" This shit again. Except, he has no energy to fight, although he easily could. His body, it still aches with rage but he's more exhausted and — wait why did Flintlock sound so fucking familiar.
[b]"Have no business, really. You groups need to do better about marking your territory. Maybe like, a welcome sign or something. Yellow snow?" He deadpans, receiving a frustrated grumble to 'shut up'.
Happiness, it just wasn't meant for broken people.
Hadn't he learned that when he was a mere child? When he'd recalled his parents, his favorite memory of them was supposed to be the ones where they'd disciplined him softly with a tickle to the stomach afterwards, not him taking an axe to them. His father thought he was being a father by teaching him how to be a man, and when it wasn't enough punishment followed suit. His mother? Well, she was a kind woman who believed solace was everywhere where the statue of a man on the cross that apparently existed was. Her answers the first time Daniel had been slapped so hard, a bruise marked him for days was to pray. And it wasn't even for his father, but for Daniel to be the son that his father wanted him to be. And Teddy? She had so much potential. Had been the only person he'd cried for as he watched the life drain from her eyes due to him. If a better place existed, he prayed she was in it. He promised since, that no other person would grant him happiness. Happiness, it brought you vulnerability and when you lost that person, life goes on but there's always that scar.
And then he met Sarah.
It was in no way, love at first sight, if it'd been loved at all. Just like her brother, Keenan, she expressed a similar distrust towards him as she should have, but there was goodness in her heart that allowed her to take him in anyway. Fix him up anyway. And eventually, fall in love with him anyway. Daniel, in his vulnerable state, knew he felt something for her. As he healed, he fell head over heels for her. She reminded him or someone, soft voice and sharp tongue, someone he never quite got to know but had they had the right timing, being Daniel in his vulnerable state, he could have loved her. Like he thought he loved Sarah. She made him happy, and when her brother mysteriously passed, she relied on him just as much. A life in the apocalypse such as this? It was no life at all, however, and shit is bound to go awry. He lost Sarah way before her death. Daniel had a bullshit detector, could tell when people lied through their teeth because he'd done it all his life. She'd taken in a stranger, similarly to how she'd taken in him and in his suspicions, placed the blame on him made him feel like he was fucking crazy until he found the proof, this man and the love of his life in the bed together.
That man? He was shot. But Sarah? Similar to Teddy, he'd wrapped his hands around her neck in a fit of rage. Her eyes bulged, attempting to claw at his hands, both her tears and his own a sickeningly sweet mixture, a last goodbye. Teddy had been the last time he cried, now it was Sarah, and while he could find closure in Teddy, Sarah wasn't quite so easy. He'd stayed in their house, reminiscing for days. Throwing shit, ripping down photographs. How could she have betrayed him like that? Taken him in, pretended to love him, and when his back was turned whisper the same words to another? And how could he be so stupid to believe in her? He knew he couldn't stay here forever. So finally, he changed his bloodied sweatshirt and tended wounds left from things he'd broken before gathering his backpack with no particular place set in mind, eerily quiet for someone like him. Cold. Lonely. Vulnerable.
It was more than easy for an NPC to stop him in his tracks. "You've stepped into Flintlock territory, what's your business here?" This shit again. Except, he has no energy to fight, although he easily could. His body, it still aches with rage but he's more exhausted and — wait why did Flintlock sound so fucking familiar.
[b]"Have no business, really. You groups need to do better about marking your territory. Maybe like, a welcome sign or something. Yellow snow?" He deadpans, receiving a frustrated grumble to 'shut up'.
[align=center][font=arial][I]so, i heard the world doesn't revolve around me /:
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