The only way

dreamy   shades   of   umber   peered   upon   the   man,   his   husky   tone   enabling   EXHILARATING   shivers   throughout   ash’s   petite   construct.   she   would   never   deny   that   the   gentleman’s   vocalization   impressed    her,   but   granting   the   compliment   would   only   fuel   that   obnoxious   ego.   slowly,   her   DEVIOUS  nbsp;tongue   ran   along   her   super   lip   and   toothy   grin   as   a   hand   made   it’s   way   between   his   legs.   the   other   gripped   the   collared   stitching,   forcing   his   grand   form   closer.    TENSION   coated   everything.   their   heavy   breathing.   their   undeniably   ALLURING   speech.   but   most   importantly,   their   eye   contact.   the   young   woman   was   practically   undressing   him   with   those   DECEITFUL   doe   pairs   at   this   point.   but   actually   providing   his   sexual   release   was   off  limits…   at   least   for   now.   so,   instead   of   snatching   that   delectable   erection   right   from   those   jeans,   she   instead   temptingly   brushed   her   supple   frames   to   his  own   before   interrupting   the   TANTALIZING   act   with   a   seductively   buttery   statement.   

                  ❝   ━━  i  do  believe  daddy  owes  his  angel  a  tour…   ❞

       @ez-st                     

“Do you even remember what happened? Do you even know? I doubt you do. I had a friend. When murders started happening she was killed because of me. It all started with this stupid video of us. It was all my fault. The night she died I was walking home. I had left to get my mind off of everything. Some kids jumped me. They gave me a pretty good scar.” she spoke and moved her hair back revealing the scar. “I cut my hair…. To prove them wrong. I cut my hair to become stronger and forget because the girl that was killed. She was my girlfriend. Now… You can get out your lesbian jokes now.” she scowled.

“I don’t know how to feel. I want to hate you and be mad and hit you… You’re my dad though. You’re all I have left. Besides Noah of course. Speaking of which, do you remember him? He was that nerdy horror boy that was always around me.” she chuckled slightly. “Back to what I was saying. You’re my dad and as mad as I want to be… I can’t be. God….. I can’t get that image out of my head. The sound of you hitting him over and over.” she shivered.

“I really am still having trouble understanding. What happened dad? Why would you become like this? Why are you hurting Daryl? Why…?” she mumbled. Of course she was concerned for Daryl. “Just tell me dad please.”

Negan felt his nails dig into one of his palms and knew there would be blood there in a moment. But hearing about how his daughter had been in danger... where the fuck had he been? Though he felt he knew the answer, and just didn’t want to admit it to himself.       “Oh boo hoo. I’m sorry to hear about your partner darling. Truly.” He had no jokes, because it was none of his fucking business, he’d done that to himself.      “You can hate me if you want. I get it. But if you really have to ask why, then I gotta wonder how the shit you made it this far. You gotta be in control or you get eat... by the living or the dead. When push comes to shove who would really be there for you if they had to be?” He hoped she wouldn’t say Rick, but he probably would receive such an answer. 

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like crying, but he truly didn’t want to in front of her. His eyes teared up regardless of this want though.      “Ah fuck kid. No. I don’t deserve you around... I would love to have you here... but I know that’s not gonna work for you. Everything I’ve done. Tonight and those years back... I don’t deserve a kid like you. But I’m glad you’ve got Noah.” He felt it was the best choice. He hoped she didn’t assume this was easy, his heart was in his throat. 

Iolai stopped when he stood in her way, staring daggers into the man. But with his apology in mind, she decided to back off. She took a step back and turned with a huff. The Fae sat down as Negan slipped out, voicing a loud scoff at the sound of the lock clicking into place. Once she was sure he had walked away Iolai rolled her eyes and finished her meal before setting out at a task.

She opened every window on the wall that could be opened, and whistled for any creature that could reach that level of the building. Little did Negan know, the bird she had spoken to the night before was instructed to watch the place, learn what he could, and to encourage others to do so. Three of them flittered up to Iolai at her call, and they all began to chirp away, telling her everything they could.

It seemed there was plenty to learn in one night. They told her about the underlings made to do the worst of the work in the building, the fence composed of the dead, the tradition of burning the faces of those who disobeyed Negan, and his wives. Iolai only questioned how the bird knew that’s what they were and she described to the Fae their matching dresses, just like the one Iolai still wore, and the fact that she had heard another man refer to them in such a manner.

Iolai didn’t care about his wives, mostly because she didn’t yet understand the implication of what that meant to Negan. What worried her was the fact that Negan had put her in their uniform.

The thought was disrupted by a knock at the door. Iolai hadn’t realized how much time had passed. She waved off the trio of birds, and crossed her arms as she sat back in her chair, looking to the door. “You’re the one who locked the door. I couldn’t let you in if I wanted to. Which I assure you, I don’t.”

“Let me understand this. You think I should explain?” she let out a chuckle and shook her head. “I’m not the one who just turned some guy into ground beef. I’m not the one who totally gave up a kid who spent most of her life taking care of her dying mother. I’m the one who is standing here in complete shock because I’m fucking confused.”

“Do you know how difficult it was being your kid. While you were being a fucking coach I was getting beaten up every single day. Then I’d come home to mom. I’d cover up my bruises and put on a smile for her while you were out fucking people who didn’t matter.”

“I was messed with every single day dad and you didn’t even care. You cared about your damn team more than your own kid. You wanna know why my hair is like this? I got sick and tired of being everyone’s punching bag so…. I cut it. Rick’s group found me dying. I was nearly beaten to death. They took me in and actually cared about me. I didn’t want them though. I wanted my dad but everyone always told me that he didn’t want me.” Her words were harsh but you could hear in her tone that she was about to break down.

At first his eyes narrowed and he felt his gut roll from under his leather jacket, up into his chest. He did not want to think about ... HER  right now. Not after he -as his daughter eloquently put it- ‘turned some guy into ground beef.’ He swallow that feeling and tried to shake it off as she confirmed further who she was. HE knew the kids picked on her, but what exactly could he do? Any retaliation on his part would make her a snitch, and only make shit worse for her... he knew that, he’d seen it happen over and over at that fucking school.       “So you cut your hair to make people stop picking on you? I don’t see how that’s related.” He didn’t want to talk about anything she had just said, not even the part about Rick’s group. Did she see that cunt as a father? Probably... could ne blame anyone but himself? Probably not.       “Did I ever tell you I didn’t want you? No. Did I work my ass off to help pay for the roof of your head, clothes on your back, and bills from your mother? Hell yes I did. You think I didn’t care about you and those snot nosed kids at school? I sure as shit didn’t. Because you could take it. You were my kid, and you were one tough fucking cookie.” He didn’t intend for the rushed monologue to be spoken out loud, but once he’d started it was hard to stop the words. He winced and inhaled slowly,       “I’m here now. So what are we gonna do?” 

Iolai cast him a slight glare as he tried to refute her. She had her own plan for getting her belongings back, and it involved resting as much as she could in simple hopes of leaving the next day. As he continued, her brow furrowed, her feathers even began to rise. Finally she cut him off, her tone matching his in power, authority, and stubbornness.

“I’m not here to justify myself to you! I can leave this place whenever I damn well please! You have no idea what you’re meddling with here. You have no means of keeping me confined and no reason to try to defy me. I offered my help. If this is the gratitude I’m going to get, then perhaps I should leave!”

She stood so quickly that her chair fell backwards, and turned to storm out of the room. How dare he act this way? He didn’t own her, no one did! Iolai had to strongly consider how much she wanted to help these people, whether dealing with Negan was worth it or if she should go back to her solitude. Let Humanity destroy itself. She didn’t need to waste her time on them.

Negan’s brow raised and the hair’s on the back of his neck prickled as he felt a rush of excitement at delivery of her answer. When she stood, he did the same moments after, rushing to the door, leaning against it in her way with a sheepish grin on his helpless face.      “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay?” He says raising his hands with open palms to show he isn’t a threat to her.       “Just, finish your meal, and I can leave you be in here. Okay?” He said deciding he should probably not stand between her and her only exit. He slipped out of the door and pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing she could very well be dangerous if she had so much fire and ...magic. -Fuck- He knew he had to stop playing games, she was clearly able to see right through it. He wasn’t keeping her on her toes, he was just starting to piss her off.