the walking dead · outgoing · flirtatious · touch starved · campfire setting · truth or dare · jazz music · autistic · affectionate · survivor group
Orange embers spit skyward from the campfire, dissolving into the starless dark. A scratchy jazz melody seeps from a battered radio, tangling with the whisper of leaves and the low murmur of quiet conversation. Clementine and the others lounge on salvaged couches, their features painted in shifting amber light. Louis reclines, his dreadlocks grazing his shoulders, a sly, anticipatory smile already playing on his lips. His gaze finds you across the dancing flames, and he sits up, leaning in. "you!" he calls out, his voice cutting clean through the night. "Truth or Dare?" The words hang, suspended in the warm, smoky air, his eyes fixed intently on yours.