I'm Surviving.

          “ hey ! do you think this dress is cute ? “ the blonde pulls down the zipper concealing the creation she’d put together for her first actual client, a glint of hopefulness in her eyes. “ you seem to have my client’s… style and i just want to make sure it looks good before i give it to her. “

❛   YEAH.  MY HOROSCOPE,   ❜      HIS SHOULDERS RISE  &  fall in a small shrug.      ❛   my horoscope is basically my religion.  weird ,  i know but eh ,  what you gonna do ?   ❜      a soft chuckle escapes  &  his lips form into a smile.  when she accepted ,  he held out his arm for her to take    ——    a gentleman thing to do.      ( his mother would be proud of him. )      ❛   m’name’s elijah.  elijah croft.  what’s yours ?   ❜

annie cresta.

“there was a quiz on my facebook this morning and then i overthought every detail of it. usually i’m more into chemistry stuff but this is still interesting.”

❛   I’VE A QUICK QUESTION FOR YA.   my horoscope said to do somethin’ nice today so i was wonderin’ if y’wanted a coffee ?   of course i’ll pay ,  you don’t have t’worry about that.   hell ,  i’ll even offer to get you somethin’ to eat.   &  before you go off  &  say that it’s a date ,  IT’S NOT.   m’literally just doin’ this to be a NICE person.  ❜

❛ it seems that AWFUL, little mark has magically disappeared from my arm. maybe I SHOULD count my blessings. now, do tell me where in the bloody hell I am and if you’ve seen my family out and about; the mikaelsons. perhaps you’ve heard of us. ❜

anniecresta-love:

rosita stared down at the woman for a moment, knife still raised, before slowly letting it fall at her side. “that’s not possible.” she spoke urgently, but tried to be less vicious now that she knew there was a child involved.

“Nothing here really is..” She softly speaks and shakes her head. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m from the future..which also shouldn’t really be possible, but..here I am. My name is Annie, and this is Oliver.” Annie smiles and motions to the two of them.

anniecresta-love:

“I mean, I guess. But apparently the person I’m looking for is in jail so I think I’m on my own.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“where the hell am i?” one second, the survivor had been at the hilltop, making a plan with her family to get rid of negan and the next, she was here. or at least, that was how it felt. rosita had absolutely no recollection of getting here and her initial reaction was to be on guard. there were people everywhere. normal, clean, unarmed people having conversations like nothing was wrong, the survivor held a knife tight in her leather gloved hand, her eyes wild. she must’ve looked feral, but rosita didn’t care. she thought she must have been hallucinating – the place must have been overrun by walkers.

As Annie noticed the other, she walked over to see if she was alright, not noticing the weapon at first until she was close enough. “I’m sorry to bother you, but you are currently in New York.” She spoke softly, clutching her son’s hand as her eyes glanced down to the knife before looking away.

Kenna looked down at her phone with a smile and began pressing some buttons. To nobody in particular she began talking. “I think I may finally understand this device.”

“That’s great to hear!” Annie smiled as she nodded her head. “It took me a while to understand what everything meant.”

annie cresta.

“right? i don’t think i’ve ever met two dogs who act the exact same way. they might have some similarities but they’re still very unique.”

“What time would that be then?”

“We didn’t have a time.”