DASCH&SEMPER/ Sugar We're Going Down

[VIVIEN ALLEGRA VAN MARTER]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

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It's been a very slow week. Viv's been spending more and more time in town and it's driving her nuts. Security's been tightened and fewer and fewer rangers have been allowed out to replenish the supplies. Only those with both transportation and training with weapons make the list, and Viv detested that. She wouldn't even be caught dead mingling with any of the campers on an ordinary day, but the afternoon had been too good to pass off, and the weather set the perfect mood for writing so inviting her friend Semper for a walk, they headed to the creek, the lesser populated area in all of Mater where one could enjoy a few moments of peace but may also be in grave threat of a random walker sighting. The setup wasn't the least bit ideal for the little lady's discriminating tastes, but it would have to suffice with what little by way of choices could be afforded within the current state of things.

There was a promising log on the other side of the creek that looked wonderfully dry enough for a good seating and Viv shall claim it for herself. Stepping out of her boots, she cautiously waded through the water with one hand carrying them and the other lifting her skirt up just high enough to keep it from touching the surface of the water. The mush beneath her feet was unbearably disgusting, but she kept a straight face and battled her way as gracefully as possible to reach the bank. She almost lost her balance as she caught a sneeze with her free hand, wrinkling her nose at the strong smell of mud and wet leaves floating into her nostrils. Turning to her companion, Viv eyed Semper with a clear expression of exasperation and spoke with much conviction. "I haven't explored much of Mater. It's such a dreary place! We can start here. What do you think we'll find, Semper? Other than stinkin' leaves, and possibly more disease-ridden insects."

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Semper wasn't exactly a very sociable person. He would much rather stay and tend to the horses (since gas was becoming more and more scarce now days it was worth going back to using horses) than go out with people, but there was always the select few he'd go out of his way to meet. Viv was one of them. They were good friends and she was the one he was closest to in Mater; close enough to leave the horses for, he would always say jokingly.

Taking his boots off and stuffing the socks down in them, he slung them over his shoulder and held onto the shoelaces, walking along barefoot behind Viv as she carefully picked her way through the water to the other side where a large log was. Semper, meanwhile, casually waded through without so much as a second thought as to where he was placing his feet. The soles had been hardened with callouses over the years of running around the farm without any shoes back home. In Austria. "Oh, how I'd love to go back there..." He mused out loud to himself in his native tongue, setting his boots down on the shore. Straightening back up, he looked over at Viv. "Well, there isn't that much of Mater to explore... and even then it is not very exciting. I don't know what we will find. Junk, perhaps. There is a lot of junk nearby from all the fleeing people that never made it." Semper snickered, grinning. "But stinkin' leaves and disease-ridden insects are fun to discover!"

notes - :D
outfit - First ever attempt at Polyvore. xD Hopefully it'll get better.

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[VIVIEN ALLEGRA VAN MARTER]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG SEMPER // OUTFIT HERE // WORDS: 560.

"That's true," she frowned. Mater didn't seem all that exciting. But almost every place don't at first. Even people. You have to make time before you can decide if they were worth every second. For Viv, caring didn't matter as much as having something to occupy her time. She picks up what she wants, and then throw them away or keep them as she goes along. "Well, I happen to like junk. I keep old things and then forget about them until one day I happen to be looking for something and it's hidden under all the junk I've collected. It's a ridiculous habit I thoroughly enjoy. You have your horses, and I have my silverware. I can go back to them once all this fuss is over with." She firmly believed all could go back to normal in time. Somehow everything always turns out okay, no matter how much shit and hell the world will have you go through first. It wasn't so much being hopeful as it was subscribing to no emotion at all. Viv was carefree, and anything could flutter out of her lips, light and free. Often, empty, unless there was conscious effort to make them appear so. She closed the last step and landed on wet ground, cringing at the amount of bugs and microorganisms now clinging lovingly onto the sole of her feet.

Walking over to a nearby tree, she made her boots lean against the trunk sideways and plucked a few relatively large leaves to be used to wipe her legs and feet dry. They didn't look like they'd be of much help, but it was a worth a try. She couldn't very well put her boots back on, especially if they planned on doing any more walking in this muddy pit. Sliding both hands under her backside, she looked for a nice comfortable spot upon the length of the log and sat down. When she was all settled, there was nothing left to do for the moment but to stare at her companion as though he was an infinite fascination. Propping her chin on her palm as she watched Semper climb up the slope, she noticed how his tallness spared a good part his body from getting soaked. The water only slightly reached up to his crotch, and Viv enjoyed how oblivious her friend always seemed about his appearance. It was awfully odd that she did not find him attractive at all, even when he was, objectively speaking, a very beautiful creature. Viv smiled as her eyes lingered on the bulge for a moment before her gaze flickered up back at his face. "Pretty Impressive," she said with a grin, not quite certain if Semper caught what she was referring to.

They've been friends for long but with Viv always out of town, she found herself actually missing company. One that stayed still. In one place. Semper had been slowly growing to be every bit of home to her.

Going back to what he said a while back, she fumbled inside her pocket for smokes, checking if any of them got wet, threw a couple, and propped a dry one between her lips. "Were you glad that you did? Make it, I mean. You've survived. So far." She lit her cigarette and fixed her eyes on him. "Oh, and go back where, dear?"

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Taking his shotgun off his shoulder, Semper carried it further up the shore and to an oak tree, hanging the strap on a broken off limb that stuck out only five or so inches. Since the disease had first spread, his shotgun had been his primary security item, both literally and metaphorically. The boy wasn't a great shot, but with the way the buck shots spread when fired, it was enough for him to hit his target with something.

The majority of his shorts was wet from the creek, but it didn't bother him all that much. Sooner or later he would end up soaked again for crossing the creek again when it came time to return to Mater.

"And one day you will have a grand silverware collection. Enough for you to have a new set for an entire month." He said, taking the pack of cigarettes from her hand and snooping through it until he found a dry one, returning the pack. "Und I haven't really given it much thought. Some days I am glad, other days I am not." Semper then took her lighter and lit his cigarette, returning the lighter soon after. He laughed, breathing out short plumes of smoke. "I didn't know you spoke German." He smirked. "I was talking about going back home. To Austria. I doubt there would be much left, though... If it ended up the way America did, anyway." He shrugged slightly.

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notes - Bahahahaha I love Viv <3 xD

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[VIVIEN ALLEGRA VAN MARTER]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

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"I once lived on just one silverware, a spoon, for six months, Semper. I was lucky if the take-outs came with a spork. I'd wash 'em and use 'em over and over till they'd get lost, and then I'd be stuck with Mr. Jigglers again. That's my spoon." She said looking up at him and then down at her hand suddenly, following the pack with her eyes as he snatched it from her. "I gave it as a Christmas gift to one of my boyfriends because he wanted it. He was a creep." There were only about four sticks left. Good ones. It's her last pack and this might mean she'll have to run to the supplies storage and see if there's any left otherwise she'd have to bum off of other people's smokes. If push comes to shove, she'll sneak out and drive out of Mater to fetch fresh packs. It's just how it's gotta be.

"Oh? When are you glad? When are you not?" Count on Viv to elaborate on questions and insist till she's satisfied. Or bored. Whichever comes first. This time she handed the lighter for Semper to take. He always would rather light his cigarettes himself rather than have VIv do it because then he'd have to hunch to close the height difference. Viv rarely ever looked up at Semper when they spoke. It would hurt her neck and she imagined it wouldn't be such a pretty sight. "Let's go when we can, Semper. I quite like the idea. Travelling around the post-zombie apocalyptic world. Too bad trips are cancelled." She sighed. "I hate being stuck."

// notes: thanks! I love sempypoo. <3 :D

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Semper couldn't help but laugh. He tried to hold it back, but it obviously wasn't working. "You named your spoon?" He asked, smiling wildly as he sat down beside her, on the ground and leaning back against the log. That way he wouldn't have to hunch over to speak to her. "He does sound like a creeper," he added quietly. "I don't think I have ever met anyone who ever wanted silverware as a present other than people who actually need it or are collecting-.... old things. What are those called? Old things?" He glanced up at her briefly.

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, the boy thought for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure why he was either wanting to be dead or glad he wasn't; there was just too much grey area to have a define answer. Semper lightly shrugged, feeling sheepish about answering a somewhat touchy subject. "Whenever I see the walkers, I always end up thinking, you know, 'Why is it not me dragging myself along, wheezing and wanting nothing more to eat human flesh?' It makes me wonder why I am still alive while others have to go through that. I am sure there were people who were more... more deserving than I am of being alive and not a mindless walking corpse. You know, like parents who want nothing more than to protect their children or great leaders. Why are they dead and I'm here? But other days, like today, it makes me think that we will all be okay and that nothing is really happening." Semper's tone had quickly become quiet and somber. He knew he could be honest to Viv, but just bluntly speaking feelings he had never told anyone made him feel on the spot and exposed.

"Do you know how to fly a plane?" Semper asked, a faint smile crossing his face as he looked up at her. "Sooner or later either the walkers' bodies will all decay or they will die out or something, then we can fly to Austria. I do not like being stuck either. But there really is nothing that can be done unless you want to face large groups of walkers by yourself and with no one to back you up." He felt more at ease with throwing somewhat sarcastic comments into his spiel.

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notes - <3 & wow, my last post was terrible. xD No more 1AM posts for me.

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[VIVIEN ALLEGRA VAN MARTER]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

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Viv chuckled with Semper in acknowledgment of her oddity. She slid just slightly to make room for Semper. He was a tall guy; very warm and bulky. She loved that she had him all to herself that day. Semper was chatty even if he didn't look like it; which was always a good thing. There wasn't the smallest bit of malice in his actions, he looked neat and sharp, and his eyes were so easy to drown into. He's positively all the right things a lady should want to find in a man, which is why Viv would never try to get in his pants. She doesn't deserve such purity. But she certainly will look out for the little guy. He was still, after all, a few years younger than her and he can be so charmingly naive at times. Something about the present circumstances have stirred something inside her otherwise impenetrable shell. She was capable of caring for another person, after all.

Looking at him slack-jawed as he rested against the trunk, Viv almost hit his lap too hard in utter disbelief. "I'd have named my fork if I had one. I used to have a name for all my fingers!" Assuming there was any more silent protests or diffident amusement, she dutifully defended herself. "What, didn't you? Whatever did you do when you were a kid? It mus'av been awfully dreary inside your head!" She rolled her eyes briefly, and returned to behaving herself in her damp seat, ready to entertain any more questions. "Vintage? Vintage. Did you mean that? Is there a word for it in Austrian German?" One of the reasons why Viv loved to plague Semper with questions was because she enjoyed hearing him speak in German. Those folks always sound as though they’re about to murder somebody. Which helps her friend strike quite a balance between appearing like an angel and sounding like a murderer. It was a running joke between them and Semper’s always been nice or oblivious enough to Viv’s perverse biddings and would indulge her without actually knowing he was doing so.

Viv tilted her head to listen close, nodding at his words, looking at the subtle movements of his lips and eyes, every muscle on his face that would tense when he hesitates, or made him stop and get flustered. There was a certain allure to people stripped bare and vulnerable. Viv shifted her gaze momentarily towards his golden hair, his smooth rosy cheeks. Skin so fetching and sweet-smelling. She probably leaned in too closely, just mesmerized by him, but caught herself and shot a meaningful look at him. Clearing her throat, she fiddled with her nail polish and told him what she thought. "I've never thought about life as a matter of deserving it. It's random. I don't want to think I'm any more special than you are, or that I've been chosen over somebody else to live, especially not in a zombie apocalypse. Things don't have to be so complicated.”

Viv was looking at her feet all the while, swinging them left and right as though they followed a beat. She stubbed out her cigarette on the bark, and fumbled for another one. Once more her gaze flickered back at Semper, smiling widely at his proposition. She was going to Austria with him. She liked that. Being included, planning the future even if the likelihood of them ever happening was close to none.

The yellowy afternoon had quite a mystifying effect on her mood. She felt awfully sober and solemn. Smiling thoughtfully, she placed a hand on Semper’s and winked at him. It was friendly, and genuinely innocent, if such things could ever be associated with Viv. With Semper it was fairly easy. “I’d toast to us if we had wine. The survivors. It’s all so cheesy, don’t you think? No matter. Maybe I'll snatch us a couple of bottles tonight, eh? Let’s have a small bonfire going with the others."

// notes: whatchutalkinbout. 1am posts are funn~ when i hear viv speak in my head, she has a british accent. xD a fake one, though. but still. haha.

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Semper chuckled, smiling. "I named a cow once... Texas, that was its name." He loved talking about his home and Austria, but at the same time it made him nostalgic. Nostalgic for the way it used to be, when things were so chancy and risky. When you could just go outside and walk for miles with nothing but the clothes on your back because you knew there wasn't going to be anyone out to eat you just because you're alive. If the disease hadn't happened, though, he never would have met Viv, his best friend. She was incredibly easy to get along with and not to mention easy on the eyes. Her reddish-brown hair looked soft and he liked the way it seemed to glow when the sunlight hit it; her eyes looked like they matched her hair color, and the shade suited her skin tone -- or in his opinion it did, at least. He knew nothing of fashion and color coordination.

"Hey, I had a very lively imagination, thank you." He defended, a smile still playing on his face as he glanced up at her. "I just was not naming silverware. I named livestock and plow horses, not bits of metal. That would be like me naming the plow -- which I did when I was little, come to think of it. Plowy. Very original, if you ask me." He put the cigarette briefly in his mouth. "Vintage? Hm... I think Jahrgang is close to that." Everything he had grown up with, besides his family and the livestock and all the clothes, was "vintage." The house and pretty much everything in it had been in his family for generations. Ancestors had been born in and died in that house and despite its old age and many creaks and leaks, it meant a lot to him and his family. "You know, my great grandfather and great-great grandfather were in both the World Wars. On the German's side, of course. But it's nothing to be ashamed of, really. They didn't know what they were being used to fight for and even tried some resistance in the second World War, but that did not work, obviously. Worth a shot, though." Semper honestly didn't know what sparked the sudden memory, but he thought it was something worth sharing even if he spoke it quietly and more to himself than to Viv.

"But why? That is all I want to know." Again he looked up at her, this time with a more serious look on his face. "Why am I here and not the fellow who was beside me on the plane when I first came over here? Or all those walkers who are trapped in their cars out on the highway. What did they do to deserve that? Maybe I am just looking at this from more a religious way, but I don't know. Maybe I am just over thinking it, too." Semper knew he was stressing over the whole situation, but there was nothing he could do about it. He wanted to somehow change things and make it easier to stand and less traumatizing than it already was.

Tapping off ashes from his cigarette, he stuck the end of it in his mouth for a few moments, the smile returning to his face and light to his grey eyes. "No, it is not cheesy." He said, looking at her hand on his. "I would like that. I think it's about time we had us a few drinks and forgot everything. I do love fire, too."

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notes - Then I must be missing something because all my middle-of-the-night posts suck xD Ooooh I love British accents <3

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[VIVIEN ALLEGRA VAN MARTER]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

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How dearly she missed her things, and yet surprisingly she wishes not to go back and fetch them any longer should a miracle cause their present predicament to be erased completely. Only the experience of owning, of possessing objects to one's name made having property even remotely attractive or significant. It has always been more psychological than economic. And now that there weren't any more material treasures to hold onto, it was beautiful in that it made one free to only have the self and nothing more, never needing more. To have friends in a time of strife, or even just one, could make you eternally grateful for having deserved their attention, and affection because you both only have your dear lives to protect, and one became a willing shield to the other. Viv smiled at Semper, and laughed with him enthusiastically as they spoke of the mundane during a time that was not so. "That's a dreadful name for a cow. I don't imagine it lived long." She flicked off the forming ash from the burning tip of her cigarette and was once again pulled into sullen reflection. There was something about the hiss of a running stream, and the distant sound of birds chirping in midday that made words shared between friends more meaningful. "I like antiques. Ancient things. So much history in objects." She continued to stare at the horizon where water and land met, and then brushed at his elbow for him to face her. "And you like rustic stuff, do you realize? I love you more," she said in a sing-song voice.

Noticing the minute change in expression on his face, she turned to him, taking a deep drag off of her cigarette and blew it upwards into the air before giving a response. "Owned in both wars, shame. Why didn't you follow in your gramps' footsteps and join the army? You're fresh and all buffed up." Viv imagined Semper in a soldier's uniform and couldn't help but giggle as she removed his upper garment in her mental image. "I think you'll be sexy in a uniform, love. any sort of uniform, in fact. Even a baker's. Won't you let me see you in one?"

Semper loved telling tales. He liked to ramble. It was fascinating to watch. Why couldn't she have fallen for her bestfriend instead? Why must she chase after losers and drunkards at the slightest hint of wit they manage to display? It was exhausting; resorting to drastic measures for transient pleasures. None of them, or perhaps only a occasional few, could even engage her in a conversation as how Semper easily does. But then she was aware of the difference between him and the others. Viv held no expectations for Semper. She needed nothing from him but what he cared to give her. She was happily herself with him, and it was nice to know he felt the same way. Admiring the genuine sincerity and unquestionable naivety of his thought-processing, she contributed her own distorted notions of humanity. "You can keep wondering. Nobody knows. They all think they bloody well deserve their places and kill the walkers like they were never human beings. What mattered was that they're threats. Not just to their immediate physical safety, but more to what precious sense of reality they've built around themselves. I've killed about a dozen so far. Ran them over. Not once did I have to leave my truck. Nor did I wish to. Killing them was out of respect. Not out of mercy, not out of pity, not out of vanity. Okay, maybe a little but only when they're in the way. Can't exactly tell them to fuck off. " She chuckled generously in an attempt to inject humor into the whole dreadful affair but then had to ruin it quickly when she couldn't stop her tongue from spilling a question that just might strike a sensitive point in the other. "Any family member you had to dispatch?"

Drinking and dining together were two important things the townsfolk didn't do often enough. With the planet crawling with zombies you'd think people would make the most of whatever time they've left to do some serious merrymaking. Staring at Semper with a wide grin, she watched his previously serious face brighten up at the mention of alcohol. It never fails. "I do love fire, too.", she copied his voice gayly before taking one of her boot and hitting his shoulder with it. "You're full of shit. You just want to get James pissdrunk so you can fuck his brains off. You'll forget everything, alright."

// notes: the first time i read your post, i thought you said pillow instead of 'plow'. I wondered how Plowy was an unoriginal name for a pillow. xD.

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A wide grin came to Semper's face. "No, actually, he was a dairy cow, so he lived for quite some time." He said, becoming a bit nostalgic at the memory of the old spotted cow. "Died of old age, he did. He was born on the farm so he lived his whole life there." It was such a simple life back then. He remembered waking up in the morning and crawling over his siblings (they all had to share a bed, but no one minded), and running off to help feed the animals their breakfast before he even fed himself. There was no worry, no tucked away emotional pain, nothing. He was carefree and lived life to its fullest, but that was all gone now. Semper woke up each morning hoping that it wouldn't be his last, usually had second thoughts about actions, and was really just unsure of most everything. The only comfort he had in this crazy world was his memories. "I like old things too," he added, looking up at her as she nudged him. "I have no idea where that came from but it sounds like a song, love." Stating the obvious and amusing himself.

Semper sheepishly smiled, looking down and away from her. "I considered it, actually. I probably would have signed up if my aunt hadn't become sick and needed someone to help take care of her." He doubted he would have been of very much use since he didn't think he could actually kill anyone. Moving supplies and carrying people, yes, but he knew he wouldn't be able to handle seeing the light disappear from someone's eyes. "Any uniform you'd like, dear. Sure." The smile returned to his face but disappeared just as quick.

Viv was right. He could keep wondering and trying to figure out an answer to why this all was happening, but he wouldn't have an answer. Whatever reason this all was happening for, it was a well hidden secret. All he had to focus on was surviving and watching the backs of the people he cared about so that he wouldn't have to pull through this alone. Semper brought the cigarette to his mouth and took a long drag, keeping his eyes on the ground as he exhaled the smoke. "Luckily, no. I left Austria a year or so ago and my aunt died before all this happened." He wanted to ask if Viv had lost anyone, but her next comment set him in an uproar of laughter. Quickly realizing he was being obnoxious, he tried to keep his mouth shut, but continued on chuckling. "I am not denying it, no. Besides, who doesn't want to fuck James?" He looked up at her with a devious smirk, bringing his cigarette to his mouth and taking another drag of it.

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[VIVIEN ALLEGRA VAN MARTER]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

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She regarded him thoughtfully, doing a mental check of all the uniforms that could look good on her bestmate. It's not so difficult seeing as he's smoking hot with or without clothes on. And she never failed to tell him so. He seemed to enjoy the compliments enough, as expected from a flaming homosexual. Even if he didn't admit it. Perhaps she could grab a few robes for him on the next raid and do a little dress up. It was wonderful that Semper always seemed to go along with her silly whims. She made the most of it, seeing as they're seeing less and less of each other since the frequent raids began. It was a good thing their friendship held more weight than her lustful tendencies, or she'll definitely jump for it mindlessly. "Your farmboy overalls will work just fine. You all dirtied up and sweating. Oh god. Forgive me. Won't you indulge me, my sweet thing. I bet James will be so hot for you." She didn't mind being inappropriate. She didn't think she was. Not when around Semper. He was probably the only person that made sense in the entire town, but then she's never given the others a chance. Meh. So what.

"You'd think grown ups could take care of themselves well enough. But I'm happy it didn't push through. We never would have met!" she said selfishly, meaning every word. In fact, she wished she'd met Semper much earlier in her life. Then growing up in such an obnoxiously noisy family wouldn't have been so unbearable. And if she ever committed the terrible mistake to sleep with him, she'd have gladly kept the baby. Or perhaps she was being melodramatic. As always. Letting herself run away with her sick thoughts. Utterly disgusted by herself, she demurely covered her mouth with her hand and spat behind the log opposite Semper, then took a drag off of her cigarette.

"I hope I don't live to see my loved ones die." Funny she should say that, when she never bothered looking for them, or talking to them even when they're all pretty much in town now. Feeling like she should sound more like herself, she quickly added, "Well, maybe I'd prefer to be spared a few days after they're killed, but that doesn't mean I'll be delighted to see them shot. I'd never stomach being the one to do it."

She joined him in the laughter. "It's undeniable. He's hot as fuck. We've got great taste in men. High five!" She lifted her palm for Semper and giggled louder, happy as can be. It was true. She'd want to bang James so hard like it was her last day on earth, for real. The sex beast wouldn't even have to work for anything. She'd spread her legs no questions asked. In fact, no need for any words at all. She'll happily do all the work. But of course she'll never come clean about it. It was probably obvious enough in her actions, but it helped that she pretty much acted the same way around every guy, or girl, for that matter. Goddamnit. She stopped to catch herself, refusing to go on further insulting herself. Surely, she wasn't that much of a slut? Ah, but what difference would it make. People will think what they want to think. As far as she's concerned, she's having fun and not without reason. Closing her eyes, she repeated her favorite line in a book a few times in her head. A lady must never have to explain herself.

"Tell me though, how many men have you actually done it with? Don't you mind me asking."

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"Overalls are cliché, though if you have a pair then I'll strut around in them." Of all his harvesting years, not once did he wear any sort of overalls. Semper knew them to be a stereotype for farmers, but he didn't mind. He liked amusing Viv, and if it meant he had to walk around town in grungy overalls, he'd do it. The boy laughed. "Being covered in dirt is one thing, but being sweaty und dirty is not pleasant. Though if it meant I could fuck James then I will get as dirty as I can." He tapped off the ashes on the end of the cigarette, rubbing a clump of embers out on the ground with his thumb. "Is James gay? Or bi? I've never really been able to tell even though we've been friends for a while." One of Semper's greatest fears was that he would fall for a guy but they turn out to be as straight as a ruler. It was awful to think of it and he believed that that was also what led him to like girls, too. Liking a boy was so chancy and liking a girl felt less anxious, in his opinion.

"You would think so, ja, but you can't blame them when they get sick or need help. Everyone needs helps at times. Meine Tante had this weird illness... I don't know what it was-" he shrugged "but she went downhill very fast. Luckily she died before all of this happened so she wouldn't have to witness it like we are. If she hadn't become sick then I'd be in Austria and we wouldn't know the other existed, so I guess some good did come out of this after all." Trying to imagine enduring the walkers without the help of a best friend was something Semper couldn't do. You needed people to help keep you grounded and sane, and that was Viv. Viv kept his mind wired right and saved him from literally just going crazy. His immediate and extended family was half way around the world from Mater and she was the closest thing he had to a family in America. Viv was irreplaceable to him.

"I hope you don't have to see it. Watching someone die of natural cause is hard enough; I can't imagine watching someone you know die because of this damned disease." Semper didn't like speaking about such raw feelings, but keeping things bottled up was much worse. He knew she wouldn't judge him, so that was why she was the only one he ever spoke about this too.

Semper grinned. "Truer words have never been spoken," he said, reaching over to return her high five. Usually when Viv told him that a guy was sexy, she was right. Maybe that was because her opinion severely influenced him, but it didn't matter. James was certainly on Semper's radar. They were good friends and had been for some time, and Semper, against every fiber of his being just wanting to level the shorter man and get right to it, held back for fear of ruining their friendship with him coming out of the closet to his other best friend. "Do you think he would stop being my friend if I told him I was bi? James is incredibly nice, but I don't want to risk our friendship if he's against gays or anything... he wouldn't do that, would he?" Semper looked up at her, wanting nothing but her honest opinion. If coming out would jeopardize him and James' friendship, he would keep his bisexuality on the down low. If not, then only time would tell when he would tell James. Another small smile came to his face at her next question; his gaze went back forward and watched the rushing water of the creek. "I've done it with two guys. Both back in Austria. I had sex with one girl, too, but it was only a one night stand. All of them were one night stands, come to think of it. And I was drunk all three occasions, but I don't regret it, really."

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"I wouldn't be caught dead with overalls in my luggage! Much less wearing them, dear. You ought to know better." Viv would have never mistaken Semper for a farm boy. He was always pretty well-dressed for someone who tilled the soil and labored under the sun for long hours. He was fair and neat-looking, with just the perfect dash of roughness in his otherwise innocent features. He was easily the perfect brother she never had. Being around ladies all her life made seeing more females infesting the town somewhat revolting.

Viv thought for a moment, picking up a leaf from the ground and gently crushing it between her fingers till it's pulverized. "He's a bloody flirt, is what he is." Frankly she didn't care if James was racist, sexist, homophobic, or a violent psychopath. The quirky ones always brought in the biggest surprises in the bedroom. As far as she was concerned, James was a delicious piece of meat she wouldn't mind waking up naked to. She hasn't really gotten past that. Nor does she intend to. There was no digging deeper unless she started to care. That's always a dumb and dangerous path to be taking. But Semper was different; he was caring and honest as far as she could gather, which was both amusing and inspiring somehow. "He's also sharp as a tack, mind you. But a word of caution. He might be all talk. It's common enough with the likes of him. Throw a splash of cold water and ask him straight up. Always the best way." Noticing the hesitation on his face, she figured she'd coach him a bit. "Maybe you could ask him if he's seeing somebody, what he likes in a person. It'll be easy-peasy. I think he wouldn't mind being questioned about his sexuality at all." Maybe James would mind a little. But if he's straight, he wouldn't make a big deal out of it. If he even remotely tried to defend himself and went on a rant about his beliefs, then he's definitely gay. She doubted if Semper knew how to tell the difference. The poor thing probably even shuts down around James, tracing his lips on his mind or something. Biting her lower lip, she glanced up at him and poked him on the side. "Have you tried anything on him yet?"

Viv wouldn't have tolerated the topic of relatives, but Semper never pried and the blonde boy seemed to have unfinished business he wanted to rid his system of and she'd be more than happy to be of help to her friend, as long as she didn't have to divulge too much. Avoiding certain topics made it easier to convince oneself the memories never even existed. It was so much easier to live believing in whatever was convenient to believe in the present. It's how people get by."I guess I've been desensitized. Being in an enormous family, we have elderly dying left and right. It's like a fucking party." Viv laughed and inhaled deeply, her mind wandering off to camp because she needed something to drink. All the talking made her thirsty. She licked her lips and turned to Semper. His expressive face had always been a good distraction.

Everyone needs help at times. That was true enough. If it weren't for Angie helping her out with her little mishap, she would have been disowned. She hated herself now for making her sister go through the hell of keeping such big a secret for her. Back then she thought what she did made their bond stronger, that it was something special, and that Angie should have been thankful she deemed her worthy to be a part of her life. It was stupid of her to get herself in trouble she had no way of getting out of on her own. She took a long a drag off her cigarette and sighed as the thick cloud of poison filled her lungs. "I'm sorry to hear that." She said with a tight-lipped smile, blowing out the last wisps of smoke into the air before rubbing the flames off of the stub on the bark. "You're alive and well. It's what your family would have wanted." Taking both his hand, she lifted them to her lips and looked him in the eye. "I'm right here, Semper." She planted a kiss on his knuckles and laid his hands down back on his lap, squeezing it gently before letting go. "I won't lose you." It was a promise she made just then. Whether or not she intended to keep her word was of no consequence at the moment. What mattered was that she uttered them and that Semper knew she told no lies.

"If he's worth anything, he'd accept you for who you are, my love. You're just as delectable as he is, if not more. By a long shot. You don't need me to tell you that." Viv believed Semper was confident enough of himself, as he should rightfully be. He was smart and conscientious. She trusted that he could take care of himself well enough on his own, and that he wouldn't get himself into something he wouldn't be able to handle. Viv smiled at that thought. She liked independence in both herself and others. It was an admirable trait. Especially in a man. Kings and princes are such turn-offs with their slaves and expensively-dressed errand boys. "Besides, if you're going to hide yourself under his nose, you'll kill yourself staring at that cock you'll never have. You'll drive yourself crazy being around carrots and eggplants all day, darling."

The words that came out of Semper's mouth took her by surprise her jaw literally dropped. "Well, Fuck. Me. When was all this? You're what, 13 right now?" she said jokingly. "Can you even hold your alcohol? How many bottles till you're blasted?"

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Semper snickered. "Oh, I think I'd be very happy to see you in overalls. It would make my week." In Semper's opinion, Viv was very conscious about her clothes. She always wore something good and it always matches. He didn't think he had ever seen anyone dress so nicely constantly, even in this crazy world. Even if people and cultures were dying all around her, she always had a good sense of fashion about her.

He let out a quiet sigh. Come straight out and telling someone a dark secret just wasn't something he was comfortable with, and even if he did, the only person he could muster up the courage to tell was the girl that was sitting beside him. Not even is own family knew about his sexuality. Hell, not even anyone in Mater but Viv knew. Semper looked down at the cigarette stub nestled between his middle and pointer finger, though his mind was too preoccupied to realize that it was time to ground it out. "Being subtle about it is better at this point, don't you think? And I haven't tried anything on him... I don't think I would be brave enough to anyways, even when knowing that there is pending doom and there might not be another chance tomorrow." He reached down and returned the poke, playfully rather than roboticly and just returning it because she had poked her in the first place.

"Destinized?" He wasn't quite sure what she had meant by that, but his tone implied more of a rhetorical question rather than one that required an answer. Semper came from a rather large family also, but he didn't think he had been destined for anything other than keeping the farm in the family and maybe joining the army. His older brothers were much better at a lot of things than he was, so what would make him better than them? Nothing. He loved them, but he didn't want to be destined for something greater when they could pull it off much more easier than he ever could want to. "You are right." He nodded. Semper knew his parents would have done anything to make sure he survived, and he would have done the same for them. That had changed, now; Viv was his priority. He watched her as she took his hands and kissed them, saying that she wouldn't lose him. A sincere smile came to his face. "I will not lose you either." Viv told no lies and neither did Semper -- for the most part. He would lie about little things, but usually one could tell when he was lying. He wasn't lying in the least bit. Semper wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for her or ward off a hoard of zombies for her to escape. But then, when Viv keeps up her end of the promise and then he wouldn't be dead. And if she were the one dying, he would do anything to save her, so in the end, neither of them would be dead. He knew it wasn't exactly true, but it was a nice thought that neither of them would have to see the other die.

"And you are right. Again." Semper smiled yet again, but this time sheepishly. Not taking any action would just be like window shopping. Always nice to look, but you can't ever get it. "I already go mad with potatoes and squash." He added sarcastically. "And do not let me be a 'cock block' to you getting him in bed." He looked over at her, unable to hold back a laugh as he saw her jaw drop. "I just turned twenty, actually. And both of the boys were when I was seventeen, I think." The two boys had been quite fun. Both of them had been drunk too, which probably was what made it so enjoyable since neither were fearless to do anything. The girl hadn't been drunk, but he had, but it wasn't any less fun. "Where is the faith, love?" Semper asked, straightening up and smiling, chuckling as if it was a ridiculous question. "Straight up vodka is easier to get drunk off of obviously, so about three or so bottles of those. But regular beer takes a lot more only because I'm bigger than most people. I am sure that ratio-wise, I require just as much as anyone else to get wasted." He smirked. "Und hell yeah I can hold my alcohol."

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theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

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Viv raised a brow at Semper. She's never worn anything as garrish as overalls in her whole life. Not that she knew of, anyway. All her old pictures always showed her in simple lacy dresses or basic tees. Having zero to very few questionable friends for the most part of middle school could be owed to her granny-chic clothes. It was never really a conscious thing. Those types of garments simply had nice textures that felt wonderful against the skin. Not to mention they were comfy. Although there was this one photo in high school where a few of her friends were forced to wear an orange jumpsuit for a play. Thankfully it was just one photo and nobody was ever going to find it now. She laughed along eventually, and gave Semper a sharp look as if to challenge him, an idea suddenly popping up in her head. "Is that a dare? Because I'd totally jump on it if you insisted on it thrice, babe. We can even go meet James in matching overalls, all soiled and lovely. We'll be his peach boys." Viv said animatedly with both hands on her lap, moving her hips from side to side as if being tickled.

Ah, subtlety. She admired the word for its elegant pretentiousness, but nothing more. It should be something that comes naturally, not forced, reserved for the most sincere and intimate of intentions. It was obvious how much James must be bugging Semper. Viv very much liked to know if it was a deeply genuine attraction or no more than an inflated infatuation. But then again, a heterosexual relationship wouldn't have been this tedious, and Semper's case could be one of too many cases associated with love outside established conventions. She angled her head to better see her friend's face, a wild curiousity jumping out of her eyes. "Oh, my. You're really serious about him, aren't you?" She took a deep breath and rested her back against an invisible trunk behind her, pulling her arms towards her knees to maintain her balance. "My darling Semper's smitten", she said resolutely before leaning forward once more to battle her case with the dried leaves on the ground. She kept her voice down, staring at the mess of plants and dirt before her. "But that's exactly it. There might not be another chance. You definitely must go for it. I'll try not to get in the way." She said finally, and winked at Semper with a sincere smile. Viv thought it was a splendid idea for Semper and James to hook up. It was definitely a risk for her bestfriend to out himself to the sheriff, but all confessions always were. Viv hoped she knew more about James to draw an accurate picture of how it's going to play out, but she drove the thought out of her mind. Yet again she was beginning to be controlling, and she had to stop herself before she unwittingly coaxes Semper into trouble.

She smiled at his question, having quite forgotten she even spoke such a word. "It just means I'm grown so used to it I'm not even sick of it anymore." Taking another cigarette from the pack, the last one in fact, she threw the thin box to the side and lit the stick perced between her lips. "Technically, I still am, but the zombies conveniently got rid of a lot of bad things for me. Practically my entire life wiped out. It's what I've always wanted. I graciously accept my fate."

Blowing a generous cloud of smoke into the air, she almost choked at the mention of cockblock. "Are you kidding? I can take on the both of you at the same time!" She burst into laughter, and took another drag off her cigarette before it dwindled into small chuckles. "I kid. I kid. Oh, love. Since we've pretty much established that Robin Hood here is crazy about the dear old sheriff of Nottingham, I'll stay out of it. Not much for sharing." She gave Semper a few pats on the shoulder, wishing she had a glass of wine in her free hand.

"We'll have to put that to the test. Hopefully you'll be holding something else after I'm done with you. We should invite James right now. Besides, I'm completely famished. All this talk of drinking's squeezing my throat dry." She looked at her lonely forgotten boots against the nearby tree trunk, leaning in to press a few spots to check if they've slightly dried at all.

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