[ is she supposed to be worried about being separated from the rest of the group? selfishly, she's so glad to be with him, like she's always glad to be with him. the last time the group had been severed in half, he'd gone one way and she had been forced to go the other. it'd taken far too long to come back together again, and since then, elena's been brave and stupid in ensuring that she's always close to 10k. he's the one person out of them all who actually realises she doesn't need to be protected.
she shouldn't be grateful that they're stuck in this rundown shabby motel together, but she is, and she realises how wrong that is. she lets it hang over her for a moment while she washes her face in the bathroom and leaves it in the sink as she returns to the only room that seems like it wasn't ransacked by zombies.
a part of her feels a touch guilty for not being worried. they're all capable of fighting zombies—all of them could fight them in their sleep.
speaking of sleep, elena's trying to devise a way to trick 10k into sleeping. he's been up for the last three nights, refusing to heed their promise that he'd wake her up after two hours so she could take her "shift" (and she falls for it every time when he says he'll do it this time, he swears it).
elena stands before him where he sits on the couch, hands on her hips in her most menacing pose. it used to scare half her friends into submission, but she doesn't expect it to work on him. ]
You need to sleep.
[ just in case he thinks to stand up or trick her again, she leans forward, curls her fingers around his shoulders, and takes her place on his lap. her knees flank his legs as she makes herself comfortable on his thighs. ]
I'm taking the first watch tonight. Nothing you say is going to convince me otherwise and I will not get off of you until you say yes.
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for elena 🌼
i tried to make this as gross as possible.
she shouldn't be grateful that they're stuck in this rundown shabby motel together, but she is, and she realises how wrong that is. she lets it hang over her for a moment while she washes her face in the bathroom and leaves it in the sink as she returns to the only room that seems like it wasn't ransacked by zombies.
a part of her feels a touch guilty for not being worried. they're all capable of fighting zombies—all of them could fight them in their sleep.
speaking of sleep, elena's trying to devise a way to trick 10k into sleeping. he's been up for the last three nights, refusing to heed their promise that he'd wake her up after two hours so she could take her "shift" (and she falls for it every time when he says he'll do it this time, he swears it).
elena stands before him where he sits on the couch, hands on her hips in her most menacing pose. it used to scare half her friends into submission, but she doesn't expect it to work on him. ]
You need to sleep.
[ just in case he thinks to stand up or trick her again, she leans forward, curls her fingers around his shoulders, and takes her place on his lap. her knees flank his legs as she makes herself comfortable on his thighs. ]
I'm taking the first watch tonight. Nothing you say is going to convince me otherwise and I will not get off of you until you say yes.