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The Bitty Meme

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Time to re-explore that childhood (or get one for the first time). Rules are as simple as usual!

૪ Post up your character -- name and canon.

૪ When replying to someone's post, go and RNG for option one, and see just how conscious you'll be of the trouble you're in.

૪ You can hit it up further for options 1-11 of wat do, and then, let it rip!

૪ Cue crack, hilarity, fluff, angst- a full spectrum of genres.

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૪ PROFIT!

You're Just An:

1. Adult mind in the wrong body - looks like you really shouldn't have drank that potion, after all! Better hope nobody sees you like this, and that the effects aren't permanent...

2. Adorable bitty all rounder - Maybe it was an accident, maybe not. But your size is your age, with all the mental attributes that come with it.

Okay, So Wat Do?:

1. Back to school! First day back, middle of term with a small bullying problem? Time for your bitty to get some edumacation. Play with some friends or get the teacher involved! If your adult instincts are still all there, maybe you could play yourself up as a child genius; who knows? Someone might catch you out...

2. It's adventure time!~ Them kids have all the imagination. Quickly! Your damsel in distress needs rescuing from the dragon! It's time to kiss the bride! Play time has no rules, and neither does this prompt- except for curfew. Mother dearest always said to be back before dark.

3. Gots a boo boo! Oh dear, looks like someone's gone and skinned their knee. This requires a serious operation of silly jokes and coddling, before those tears start to fall and never seem to stop.

4. I think I love you! Young love is just so beautiful. Maybe you're pulling pigtails, so to speak. Maybe you have a crush on your teacher, and you just HAVE to get it out there. The clearest sign of love is always a note, however- just make sure to make that 'yes' box really big, so they know exactly where to tick.

5. They went away. We all lose loved ones, sometimes. Maybe the rents have just split, maybe your best friend is moving away. Maybe the only reply that can really be given is that "they're in heaven now, sweetheart". Whatever the reason, they're just not there, and you want to know why.

6. Off to the circus! Or the theme park. Or the aquarium. It's babies day out, with all the crack, fluff, and panic inducing moments implied. Pet a lion! Go on the Ferris wheel! Just try not to lose your adult companion, or things could become dicey.

7. You're in big doo-doo, mister. You missed curfew by ten minutes. Your Sunday best is covered in mud and god knows what else, and you let rip that new swear word you picked up from that friend you're not allowed to play with. You bet your ass you'll be in the naughty corner for weeks.

8. Big ball of FUBAR. You went and got yourself lost, at no fault of your own. The big kids pushed you down the well, and left you there. All you know is you're in a huge amount of trouble, and a little kindness is going to have to go a long way to get you safe.

9. Go the fuck to sleep. Dreamland is good, trust me. No really- don't get out of bed, you're fine right. There. Its time for bed, or to prepare for it! Bath time doesn't mean run down the halls naked, but if you catch a quick break, I'm sure you can achieve great things.

10. Time to shine! This is your big moment, right here. That dance recital you've been working hard on, the Christmas play, and you're the tree. This is a big point in your life, a time where you can show off your skills and make history! This is it. You're making it happen.

11. Choose your own adventure! Re-roll, or get out another idea that appeals to you.

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Yes, she had been joking but now it seemed an exceptionally cruel joke and she felt bad for making it. Often Alice had lamented her own lack of companionship, often she would sneak away from Isaac at night to ease her own aching and wishing she had Carlos or Luther there to ease it for her. Isaac might never have that, would never go out to a dinner and movie with a girl his own age, never sneak out of a bedroom window to go meet her under the school bleachers.

Alice felt uneasy as they cleared the second cabin, and then the third, but her uneasiness had nothing to do with zombies. She suddenly hoped more than ever that they would find some living people, she hoped there would be a girl Isaac's age among them. She was quiet as they walked across the pathway to the opposing row of cabins and she let Isaac go in first again. She smelled it before she saw it, a zombie idling in the far corner, and it turned with a low moan as Isaac walked inside.

Isaac saw the zombie, though he didn't react right away, instead he watched it. Curious about it. It was weak, barely able to groan and the fingers on the zombie's hand moved with a twitch, then settled, it was to the point of wasting away. It was strange, thinking of a zombie dying out of hunger, but how long did it take? Years? Months? The skin was thin, gray, and there was only a few strands of long black hair. Isaac learned that hair grew even after someone died, and nails, though he didn't know how long. But that was a normal person's death, zombies, their hair and nails kept growing. He saw a zombie once with nails curled into its palms.

It smelled bad in here and he looked around to see the remains of soiled clothes and bones. He looked back to the zombie, it had clouded eyes and likely only knew they were here because of the fresh smell of flesh, breath, life. The zombie was slouched back against the corner, its shoulder looked dislocated and his arm was unnaturally turned around over his chest and the fingers kept twitching.

"Do you think they understand that they're in pain? Or do you think they don't feel at all?"

"They are beyond pain." She was convinced of this. "The purpose of pain is to alert the brain that the body is suffering damage, so that it can react appropriately to avoid that. It's a defensive mechanism. No undead I have ever seen reacts as if it wishes to protect its body from damage. All it knows is hunger, insatiable hunger."

Alice stepped forward and put her hand on Isaac's shoulder, and aimed her gun and shot the zombie in the middle of the forehead, ending it. She too had notice how emaciated it was. Her hopes of finding anyone alive on this island just went from close to zero, to absolute zero. She closed her eyes a moment and then turned and wrapped her arm around the young man and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Let's clear the rest, we can stay in the boat each night until we finish exploring the island. How does that sound?"

Isaac nodded, his arm went behind her back and held onto her hip as he stared at the zombie. Very little blood came from that fatal wound. "Do they hide together, maybe if we clear the houses, would they return? We can't let our guard down.. there's too many places they could hide, right?" Tactics she had taught him growing up and sometimes he repeated them to let her know that he still understood. One mistake could be all it took to kill him.

A week into their clearing of the island they found more zombies, but they weren't walking, the inbetweens were too weak. Which meant they hadn't fed in a long, long, time. There were also no necromorphs on the island, which he was glad for. Slashers, what he had ended up calling them, were incredibly far more dangerous and he wondered why that was, whether or not they had eaten something that made them stronger, that made them mutate into what they were. Through their journey, part of their search was answers. They wanted to know what happened, why, and how to prevent it. Though they were likely far past that stage.

Isaac had been searching through his third house and collected all the useful things in organized piles by the front door. He cleared the house of garbage, and remaining bodies and burned them in the middle of the street. It was near dinner time and he was an hour before he would meet Alice back on the shore. He liked bringing things back to the boat, having some supplies there in case they had to get up and go one day in a hurry.

In the room Isaac was looking through the drawers and he looked at the woman's underwear with a different sense of consciousness. Instead of thinking of them as just some lady's underwear, he thought of them as somebody's wife's underwear. Isaac folded them and closed the drawer. The house was not touched for years and there was an immense amount of dust inside of it, but inside cabinets, drawers, dressers, even closets dust was minimum to none. Isaac thought it'd be nice, at least, if they ever came back to their cabin and found that not all their items were ruined. But no one was coming. No one was alive. Isaac opened another drawer and moved around some socks and found a magazine and his eyes widened, his heart skipped a beat, and he groaned. The lady on the magazine was naked. Naked with a beautiful face, though she looked zombie skinny, he still thought she was pretty. Very pretty. For a long while he stared at her and read the words over the magazine cover a few times before he flipped it open. There were tons of photographs of naked women and Isaac could hardly swallow, could hardly breathe! He even sat himself down on the end of the dusty bed to stare at the pages, turning the pages one by one, looking at the women with an insane amount of interest. He'd never -ever- seen such pictures before, such beautiful women, besides Alice. Then he started to think about what he's seen of Alice. Of how she would tan on the boat in her bathing suit, Alice in a towel, Alice wet and swimming, Alice sleeping. All of this was coming to him so quickly and he felt a stir within his lower belly. A stir of arousal.

Isaac was ten minutes late and he felt bad about it, but he'd found another magazine, and another, and another. He had stuffed them in the bottom of his backpack and carried them off to the shore with him. They weren't supplies but he wanted to look at them again, those pretty women, their naked bodies, their breasts. When he found Alice he apologized for being late and told her he's sorry for making her worry. But his mind was far from eating, for from the shore, far from anything that wasn't women, naked woman, beautiful women, and Alice.

"I wasn't worried. ...too much." Alice grinned at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek before she moved back to where she had been standing next to the rope holding the little life boat to the ground so it wouldn't float off. She had a few things too, more canned goods and a rain coat.

She leaned over and untied the rope and tossed it into the boat before she moved to shove it off into the water and stepped with practiced balance into the end. Once Isaac was inside the boat and seated she took up the oars and pushed them off and began a steady rowing motion to take them back to Treeman. "What did you find in the houses? Anything useful?" She looked to his bag, which looked quite full.

Isaac nodded and stared at his bag before his eyes moved to Alice's chest, then to her lips, and then to her eyes. "Mm.. yeah, same stuff, canned foods, I found a small propane bottle, matches, first aid things.. but I didn't bring everything this time, uh.." the magazines took a big chunk of room. "I'll get the rest tomorrow.. but I brought some things.. too. Tonight." He was mumbling and felt awkward talking about what he brought. For some reason, he didn't want Alice to know what he'd found. He couldn't explain that reason either, or what he felt that way, they never had secrets. Did they?

He looked to the shore, licked his lips, then looked to Alice. "I saw some ducks today.." He wanted to move on with another subject. "I'd like to catch one.. and eat it. I don't know how to make it though.. good, I mean. There's recipe books though, I meant to bring it." But the magazines were priority. Though, he wasn't sure where he was going to hide them. He could hide them with his tools. She never touched his tools. Not that he never let her, just that she never needed to. Okay, tool chest it is.

"Duck used to be a bit of a delicacy, if I remember. Something about their livers. We can find some recipes, hopefully we have the spices for it. There were several homes with serviceable kitchens. We've gotten pretty good at using the little kitchen in your boat though."

Alice rowed steadily, her muscles were very developed and that had never changed. Her entire adult life she had either been in combat, or combat training, and the last half dozen years on the run fighting zombies only helped. She was proud of Isaac for taking it upon himself to keep physically fit; zombies were easy to outrun but unlike the undead humans did have only so much stamina. Being fit helped against other worse things than zombies, necromorphs and T-virus mutated animals. She was glad they hadn't found any of those on the island.

Soon enough they were tying the life boat to the much larger Treeman, and climbing up on board. Almost immediately, Alice pulled off her coat, her boots, and started removing her various holsters and harnesses to get more comfortable. She ran her fingers back through her hair and looked toward the island that looked much smaller from the miles they were out at sea now. Alice rubbed her hands down her hips and looked up at the sky.

"I think I have time for a swim before supper. Care to join me?" She felt dusty and sweaty after scouring the tourist resort all day and clearing out zombies. Something about burning zombies always made her itch for a bath too.

Isaac watched her silently, between pulling out some of the things from his backpack that were needed up on deck. He watched as she unstrapped herself from her various weapons, how her legs bent and her boots slid off with a very eye catching slide. How her hair moved with her. She was beautiful, he thought. Not like the girls in the magazine with all that stuff on their face and the things they wore to their wild hair and tanned bodies. Alice was naturally beautiful. He had enjoyed looking at her before, and often found comfort from staring at her, but it was different now. Now that he wanted to see more of her, to know her more, to know a woman.

Isaac slipped off his clothes, leaving himself in his boxers and put his clothes in the small basket they used for a hamper. "I bet there's a waterfall on the island.. I'd like to find it tomorrow." He had seen some women beneath a waterfall in the magazines and he wanted to see Alice beneath the fall of that pure clean water. "A resort place like this.. you know? Ducks.. delicacy.. waterfalls."

She laughed softly and nodded. "Yes, that's a good idea. Maybe a big swimming pool, a jacuzzi. God, can you imagine? With your brilliance I bet you could even get it working again." Alice shook her head and moved for the cabin door. "Our own little paradise. This was a good idea." Alice smiled up at him, giving him full credit for all of this of course, and wanting him to know that she was happy being here even if they hadn't found people. She regretted that for Isaac's sake, but she had been alone for so long now she supposed she was used to it. She felt lucky that she had Isaac, he was really all the company she needed not to go crazy.

Alice came back up from the cabin just a few minutes later, wearing one of several bikinis she owned. Alice had brought up a few towels and set them on the benches on the upper deck and she climbed up onto the boat railing and looked around for a few seconds, out of habit of being cautious always, before she dived off into the waters. It was cold and completely refreshing and she felt tension ease from her body immediately. She came up floating on her back and stared up at the dusky sky with a happy sigh.

Isaac scratched at his stomach while he watched her submerge from beneath deck. She was so fit, so beautiful, very toned, very nice. She had an amazing body, he thought, having those pictures in the magazine to compare her to. In fact, she'd probably blow all those women out of the water. He was openly staring at her breasts, then her butt as she moved down and dove beneath the water. He shook his head quickly and followed after her.

He didn't really do much swimming, but he did do a lot of staring up at the sky and floating on his back. He enjoyed the water around him, and the sound of her next to him. It was peaceful and relaxed him while he thought about Alice and wives. After a long time of not really engaging in conversation he spoke up. "One day, you're going to be my wife, aren't you?" He was asking her but he was still staring up at the darkening sky.

Alice had started treading water, after shaking her head and her shoulder length hair was plastered in wet locks along her cheeks and neck. She opened her mouth and looked over at him, at a loss for words for a few seconds. "A wife is a girlfriend that you decide to commit yourself to for life. A wife is a lifetime partner, more than just a romantic interest." She wasn't sure she was explaining this well because her and Isaac, weren't they already lifetime partners?

"Isaac..." Alice pushed some of her hair away from her face and swam a little closer to him, looking him over for a moment and feeling that dangerous sense she had for some time now. He was a good looking boy, he would be a very handsome man. And then what kind of trouble would she be in? Alone on an island with a good looking man. Isaac wasn't her son, he had never even called her mom before, but she was so much older and had known him since he was so young. It felt like it should be taboo.

When she realized she was losing herself to her own thoughts she gave a small smile and tried to focus back on what she needed to say to him. "Maybe it's time we talk about sex. I think most boys, before had this talk long before now but, I don't know, it just really never came up being as you never had a chance to start crushing on girls or anything. Do you want to talk about this?"

Sex was a word used various times through the magazines he'd looked through and he was basically quite certain he knew what it was. What it meant. "What do you mean crushing on girls?" He had this terrible image of physically crushing girls, did that mean sex hurt? It wouldn't hurt him if he's the one doing the crushing. Isaac looked over her face, the wet hair down her cheeks and again he could imagine seeing her in one of those magazines. He then thought about the girls in those magazines, they were all dead or turned by now.

A lifetime partner, they were already that. He smiled, feeling alright with that. "How can I be romantically interested in you?"

"Oh, Isaac." Alice grinned broadly and gave a nervous laugh, probably about the only time he would have ever seen her flustered or nervous. "It's been a very long time since a man has flirted with me. I don't know if you're meaning to or not but-"

God what was she even saying? Of course he wasn't. Was he? She didn't even know! She laughed again, at herself. "Let's- Let's get back on the boat I'm going to drown if you keep saying things like that." Alice bit her lip as she pushed off in the water and swam back for the boat, and she climbed up the back ladder. She took one of the towels and patted at her face, feeling how heated it was and she knew that he'd made her blush. There had been a time when she was very comfortable with anything a man might say to her, but she'd been in the Mom role for so long now. She felt a need course down through her, a longing and aching between her legs.

Alice was almost embarrassed to turn around and face Isaac but she did, watching him climb back up onto the boat and she looked his body over briefly. He just wore his boxers to swim in and they were clinging to his legs and... other things, so inappropriately. She looked away as she sat down on one of the benches and gave her hair a quick rub.

"Alright, how to explain this. Romantic means you're attracted to someone, crushing means you are attracted to someone too. It doesn't necessarily mean physically especially when you're young but physical attraction has a lot to do with it. It's hard to explain since you've only been around me for so long. But it's, you get this feeling when you look at them-" Alice stretched her legs out and stretched her bare toes.

"You don't want to look away. You notice the way their eyes blink, when they look up at you your heart flutters, you feel alive when you're around them, sometimes it's hard to breathe. They're all biological indicators of sexual attraction. When you're older it means you're looking for a partner, someone you can share your life with or- even just a night of passion I suppose. At its root it's about finding someone to procreate with, to have children with." Alice was rambling by that point and she took a deep breath and looked up at Isaac. "Does any of that make any sense?"

He had watched her climb up the ladder, his eyes at her rear, her center, how the bathing suit's bottoms pinched at her skin and clung tightly to her flesh. He joined her on the boat with a soft smile. She was very beautiful, not thought for the first time nor likely the last. He toweled himself off as she spoke then sat down, looking beside himself to her and watched as her eyes blinked, her lips move, the breath between her words. He knew what she was talking about and he nodded his head. "Yes, I know what you're talking about." He figured he was right. They would get married, some day. He smiled and looked across the boat to his abandoned backpack. Wouldn't they? Or maybe she didn't feel the same? Maybe she was looking for someone for herself, to marry. To be her sexual partner.

That thought brought a frown to his lips and he became unsure all over again.

He didn't ask anymore questions about it, instead he informed her he was going to get dressed and start some dinner.

Later that night he had snuck out onto the deck and pulled a magazine out to look at. He looked at it with a flashlight, being so dark, and he focused on the parts of the woman in the photograph and thought of Alice. Her parts, her womanly parts. It was interesting to him because through his self-taught skill of engineering and mechanical repairing he had heard the term female to male, parts, and he didn't really ever consider those terms humanized until now. And he knew exactly what his male part was for and what her female part was for. It made a lot of sense to him and he wasn't feeling insecure about it. Though he did feel upset that she had this unrealistic hope that they were going to find husbands and wives for themselves.

Alice woke sometime during the night and found a kink in her neck from sleeping on her arm, and she sat up and stretched only to see that Isaac wasn't on his bed. She instantly became worried, she couldn't help it, and decided to find him being as the bathroom door was open and it was obviously unoccupied. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and looked quickly around the small cabin before she moved with bare, silent feet up to the deck.

She smiled as she peered around the corner at him, using a flashlight to read some magazines. Probably engineering magazines, she figured, and she was about to step forward and ask him what could possibly be so interesting at this time of night when she spotted the cover of the one he was looking at.

Her eyes widened and she pulled both lips between her teeth to stop from making any sound, though she was trying not to grin. She looked upward as she ducked back around and silently jogged down the steps and into the cabin once more. Alice covered her mouth with her hand but she couldn't stop her grinning.

Her little man, he was growing up. She felt over her stomach, pinching the thin fabric of her nightgown as she sat back down on her bed. That must have been why he was asking about wives, so he did know what attraction was, obviously he would be attracted to the girls in those magazines. Alice wanted to laugh at herself for thinking Isaac had been flirting with her. They were the last two people in the world as far as they were concerned, of course he would be curious about these things.

Alice frowned again, wondering what she could possibly do about this situation. It wasn't fair to him, Alice was the only woman for thousands of miles probably, but he also saw her as a mother figure. It was a little too complex and worrisome to think about tonight she decided, and she curled back up in her blanket to sleep.

The next morning she was up first, showered, dressed, and was making them breakfast when he stirred and began to sit up. Alice smiled over at him but didn't say anything. It wasn't until he came to sit down at the small table to eat that she spoke up. "Isaac, are you attracted to me?"

Isaac had finished looking at the magazine, then looked at it again, this time back to front. After he was done he did the same for the next two magazines and didn't go back to bed for another two hours. Simply staring and wondering, letting the pretty faces speak to him, he imagined what kind of girls they were and where they lived and if they were on television shows too back when there was television. Isaac was introduced to this world with no real understanding between the difference from the magazine he was looking at and the cooking ones, or home making ones, he thought maybe they all were interlinked somehow. He imagined one of the girls knowing how to cook, the other living in the house he'd liked in another magazine, or a character on Treeman, he let his imagination run wild before he concluded that they were all dead. Every one of them.

Morning came too soon and he took a while getting up. Though he knew Alice as cooking he just couldn't rouse. He smiled though at the plate of food she gave him. They had come across dozens and dozens of boxes of powdered eggs. Just add water. That's the kind of food for them. Just add water.

Her question had his head cocking and he stared at her for a moment, then let his eyes fall to her chest, then up to her lips. "Yes, I think you're very beautiful." He looked to her. "I see all the photos in these houses.." In those magazines… "And you're the prettiest.. still."

Alice saw where his eyes went and she felt her breath hold as he looked up from her chest to her eyes; she knew the answer before he said it. She wondered how long he had been looking at her like that, and why she hadn't noticed before. She supposed it was because in most ways she still saw him as the little blond boy who wrote stories about Treeman and curled up with her at night and had bad dreams about necromorphs.

But the other part of her, the part she was afraid of, saw him as the man he was becoming. Soon he would be shaving, getting body hair, growing his last four inches or so into his full height, broadening at the shoulders and getting that delicious thick neck that men had. Alice looked down to his mouth, down to his neck and chest and then down to her plate of food.

"That's very kind of you, thank you." Alice took a few slow bites of her food, her emotions and desires in conflict with her morality. She set her fork down and leaned back in the seat and stared across at him for a long time before she spoke up again.

"I never tried to replace your mother. You have a mother, wherever she is or what happened to her." She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. "Do you see me as your mother, did you ever?"

The mention of his mother had Isaac at full attention and gave his face a curious and yet unsure expression. He was confused and wanted to know why she was saying that. Isaac frowned, his eyes moved to his plate and he folded his arms in thought. As a child he treated her like she was his mother, then, as he got older he thought of her as one of his friends. Though she was still older and somewhat of an authoritative figure. But did he see her as his mother? "No, I never.. forgot about my mom.. I saw you as a friend." He uncrossed his arms and picked up his fork and ate at the scrambled eggs and grits. "She's dead." He said. Not in denial about that.

Alice felt a terrible, sinful liberation at his answer. She looked off to the side and placed her hands on her thighs under the table and pressed her palms there. A shiver came over her and she quietly excused herself from the table and went back into the tiny bedroom, with its two twin-sized sleeping benches. She sat down on hers and cupped herself, squeezing and leaning her head back against the wall as she took in a shuddered breath and slowly opened her eyes to look at the ceiling.

While they were separated on the island today she would make time for herself, indulge, let herself have fantasies of the young man she would no longer have to feel guilty about being attracted to. He was still so young but how could she not feel desirable when he said such things about her so honestly. When he was ready maybe they would take this further but until then she would have to be self-indulgent about it.

When she was better collected she took her sweater from the closet and returned to the table and went about eating, quiet as she thought about him. Thought about his eyes on her. She liked it.

Isaac didn't bring up the girls in the magazine, nor did he bring up the topic of wife or husband. He was content without a girlfriend or learning how to be romantically interested in Alice. These kinds of things, he never knew them before, so he didn't feel like he was really missing anything. He had plenty of other things in his life that he concentrated on, that he filled his time with, things he needed to focus on. But every once and a while he thought about the day Alice would become his wife. And he never stopped feeling attracted to her. But he was caught between not knowing what to do and feeling almost complacent about the topic. He figured Alice would let him know when that day would come, if it ever did. They were already going to spend forever together, so, in Isaac's logical mind, they would be married. They were lifetime partners, that did love one another.

Two years passed and Isaac was well into his 18th year. The island was positively clear of inbetweens, zombies, and even clean of them. They worked house by house, street by street, cabin by cabin. The business stores, the tourists spots, they burned the bodies, they sanitized the buildings they used and they moored the boat at the pier. Isaac no longer in fear about someone stealing his Treeman. Another good note, Isaac found that waterfall he had a feeling would be here. He had started growing facial hair, and some on his chest, he was tanner, his hair darker as he decided to keep it short.

He'd learned how to hunt not only ducks but other birds as well, learned how to prepare them, cook them, and currently he was in the backyard of their chosen house and cooking the bird over a fire pit. Along side grilling some vegetables.

Every day she watched him grow, not just in body but in happiness and health, in ability and intelligence. He was incredibly smart, capable, and had an incredible work ethic. It made her terribly happy to think of what a good man he had grown into, and she felt some pride in the fact she had kept him alive long enough to get him to a point where he could keep himself alive and make it this far.

Their island really was turning into a little paradise for the two of them. Whereas before each day was a long and arduous struggle, life on the island seemed to fly by. Alice's main tasks were helping to clean up the island and their very vital task of getting some crops growing. They took Treeman back to the ruined village they had passed so long ago and got all of the farming equipment and seeds they needed there, including some starter plants from the now overgrown fields already there.

They had rows of tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squashes, even corn and wheat, beans, onions, lots of potatoes, radishes and lettuces and cabbages. It took a great amount of time and effort and everyday for months Alice would come back to their home covered in dirt and aching. A few times Isaac had given her a back rub after such days and she really was feeling quite pampered, to the point where she would laugh softly the entire massage. He was so sweet.

Alice was carrying a basket of potatoes in from the fields when she smelled the cooking and instantly felt hungry. It felt like forever since breakfast time and she was very ready for some of Isaac's cooking. He had become better at it than her, which she found amusing. Isaac was good at everything he did, he was remarkable.

She set the basket of potatoes in the kitchen and washed her hands and face before she walked out to watch him cooking and she smiled at the sight of him. Not only had he grown into a handsome man like she knew he would, but he was strikingly handsome. Sometimes when she looked at him she had to hold her breath for fear of making embarrassing sounds for how attracted to him she was, especially now he had a seemingly permanent stubble around his very masculine jaw. Alice had to escape almost every day to indulge herself, to touch herself sighing his name, imagining the day he would touch her like she desperately wanted to be touched.

"Smells good." Alice walked out toward where he was standing and she stood beside him and wrapped her arm around his waist and rubbed lightly at the side of his stomach. Isaac was easily inches taller than her now and she was glad for it. He was well muscled, tall, handsome- she was hopelessly attracted to him, and completely in love with him. She leaned up on her toes and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go get changed. I brought down a bottle of red wine from the gift shop. I feel like celebrating."

She gave his side another rub as she pulled away and moved through the house to her room. Alice took a quick shower and combed her hair back as she stared into the fogged up mirror. She brought her hand up to wipe away the fog and stared at herself, each individual feature of hers, before she opened one of the drawers in the bathroom and took out some make up products she had taken from various houses and the shop on the island. Alice had never worn more than chap stick or lip gloss around Isaac and for some reason, in her celebratory mood, she wanted to look really nice for him.

It took her longer than it should have to apply her make up being as she was very out of practice. When she was done she was satisfied, even if it was a bit dramatic just for a lunch date. She put on a light blouse and slacks and high heels before she went down to the dining room to see if lunch was ready yet. The sunlight was coming in through the windows, with their cute and completely whole, unripped curtains, their pristine and clean kitchen. This was a real life, she thought, and she was happy. It was all because of Isaac, this had been his idea and he found the means to make it happen. That was why she felt like celebrating.

Isaac was finishing up cutting up the duck meat, glazing over it with a honey and spice mixture, and was setting the food on two plates when Alice came down. He glanced up at her, looked at his duck, then brought his eyes quickly back up to her. He hadn't seen her like this, and he thought about how beautiful she was and that she could be in a magazine, a part of that crowd that once took photographs together. But he was glad she wasn't, he liked that no one else got to see her like this––he realized that some time ago, the more he thought about it the more he knew that if she was in those kind of magazines she wouldn't be here with him now. Isaac felt the fork lighten up and he looked down to see the piece of duck had fallen back into the pan with a greasy splash. "Hn." He focused back on his task and covered the duck up before he set the plate on the table before her.

"Why do you feel like celebrating?" He held his own plate in the hand further away from her and settled his free hand on her shoulder. "What you have on your face looks nice, the.. make up."

"Thank you, Isaac." She reached up and touched his fingers and smiled up at him before she turned her attention to the wine and poured them both a glass after a brief struggle with the cork. "This smells amazing, thank you so much for cooking."

Once she had a napkin over her lap she fussed with the edge of it under the table while she looked at him. The compliment was sweet but his reaction to her was even better, she loved it when he looked at her that way. "I feel like celebrating you and what you've done for us, all that you've accomplished. You're a remarkable man, and you make me very happy. I'm very glad we're here together, on this island, and no longer running. It was your idea all along and you made it happen. I think that's worth celebrating." She lifted her glass of wine once he had sat down. "To you."

He was glad to hear that she was happy, that she enjoyed her life here, that she was grateful to him. He had a small moment of an egotistic appreciation for himself and then he shook his head. "We did it together. Doesn't matter if it was my idea.. I needed you to come with me.. to be here with me, without you.. I would be dead." And that was a fact. He'd starve to death in that gas station or one of those things would have gotten to him finally. Isaac took his glass of wine, looked to his plate of food, then brought his eyes up to her with a soft smile. "To us."

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