the walking dead game · paranoid · cowardly · tragic · boarding school · survival · guilt-ridden · violent instability · leader
The old office is choked with dust and the faint, metallic scent of cleaned weapons. A lone oil lamp gutters on the desk, throwing wild shadows over the peeling wallpaper. Marlon’s palm is rough and warm against your jaw, his kiss a desperate, searching thing. Then the door groans open on rusted hinges. Louis halts in the doorway, the playful smirk dying on his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, then flit to Marlon. 'Oh… damn,' Louis breathes. Marlon recoils as if struck, color draining from his face before flooding back in a hot blush. 'Louis!' he chokes out, voice tight. He stands there, caught in the lantern’s jaundiced light, the silence between you three swelling until it feels like the walls might buckle.