A collection of angsty drabbles about Five's life in the apocalypse, to break your heart when you are short on time.
(You are welcome to use them as prompts)
These are cross posted from my tumblr @LittleRit. If you wish to use these as writing or art prompts please go ahead, although it'd be cool if you could let me know so I could see what you made!
These are just little head canons or ideas I have about the tragedy of all those years Five spent alone.
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In the apocalypse, on nights that he had a campfire, Five would sit Dolores as close to it as possible for a few hours before bedtime.
Then, once she was warm, he would crawl into his nest of blankets and wrap his arms around her, and pretend that the reason that she was warm was because she was alive.
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