BASIC INSTINCT

The brunette takes advantage of the fact that so far she’s gone unnoticed after catching the man redheaded. What does she decide do with these few precious moments? Go over each and every scenario quickly on how she should go about handling the thief. Instinct says kill him----surely, theft is a reasonable cause for murder..at least in her mind it is. The more annoying rational part of her brain says keep him alive, maybe there’s a reason for his invasion of her privacy. Her better judgement says there isn’t, but she’s in a forgiving mood at the moment.

Clearing her throat, arms fold across her chest as she leans against the nearby wall. 

              “-----you lost?”

There’s a moment of hesitancy as the brunette awkwardly lingers in the doorway long after Diana has stepped aside to non-verbally welcome her inside. Hazel orbs shift from the demi-goddess to the spacious home that awaits for her. It looks comforting...warm...but still no effort is made to move further. Her mouth opens, what’s the catch?, on the the tip of her tongue but she swallows it down along with her pride long enough to take one step forward. 

            “----thank you.”

Hopefully, the small smile that appears on her lip is as warm and gracious as she wants it to be, but knowing her track record, it unintentionally comes out a a grimace. She’s not used to niceness...to people offering a hand out to her---most importantly, she’s not used to needing someone either. Her gaze then shifts from the floor, up to the taller woman.

            “Promise I won’t be here long. I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”

                              for all of his life,  jeffrey grimes has never put a thought into his words before they were spoken.  in bars,  he’d been into so many fights over something that he’d said,  something he’d  done  that  pissed someone off.   up he holds his hands,  palms out   as a sign of surrender.   now  he’s thinking   –of all of the things that he  could  be saying,  to only make shiva more upset with him than she already is,  but instead he  keeps quiet ;  because she is  right.  they’d already done so much for jeff and rick and everyone else,  and now that they were bonded ?   to fight against negan and  —-he owed ezekiel the benefit of the doubt,  at least.

                                        ❛    no you’re  ———–you’re right.   and i’m sorry.  i don’t,  i just don’t understand the whole  …    thing.   y’know ??    ❜    & then he trails off,  becomes quiet and once again lost in the  subterranean darkness of his thoughts.     ❛   i’ll shut up,   i’m an idiot,  an asshole,    you can punch me if it’ll help.  i’m sorry,   i understand how you probably feel   - —the  debt  you feel you owe him,  for  taking you in.   ❜

His response is exactly why she was so vocal against helping out Rick and his crew. If only Ezekiel was there for her to point at Jeff and say I told you so. Even though she’d be right, apparently, that’d be rude as well. The apology doesn’t make her scowl or urge to punch him go away. Instead, something along the lines of ‘ungrateful’ is muttered beneath her breath, which is a sign that Jeff Grimes has landed a spot on her shit list for the time being. It’s not to say she wouldn’t save him, should (when) the time arises, but she’d make him suffer a little beforehand. 

Visibly, she bristles, her jaw locking as he each word that comes out of his mouth digs a deeper and deeper grave for him.

[ 💀 𝓓.𝓢. ; @perdiitor ]

     — He was finally going insane, that had to be it. Bonnie Bennett was DEAD, he had watched her die, bitten by a walker, his blood unable to heal her. She had died in agony in his arms and he hadn’t been able to do shit to save her, the guilt of which he lived with every single day. Now how was it that this girl he was trailing looked EXACTLY like his Bonnie?

Usually, he could silently track his quarry through the woods without detection, but when he first saw the Bonnie look-a-like he was more focused on LOOKING at her than remaining silent. It was almost like he could pretend Bonnie hadn’t died. Could there be other doppelgangers out there besides Silas and Amara’s? Had Bonnie been one, too?

The vampire closed the distance between them, pain visible in his features as he stared at her as if he was seeing a ghost. “You look exactly like someone I lost when all this crap started.” Damon answered her question in a murmur, his head tilting slightly as pale hues took in every facet of her features “You could be her damn twin.” he added in a low tone, voice cracking. He stared at Shiva with wide cerulean hues for a moment longer before finally tearing his gaze away. “I’m Damon.” he offered, trying to smile but it only faltered and fell. This was just too much. It couldn’t be real, he had to be dreaming.

The way his crystal blue orbs are staring sends a shiver down her spine and causes goosebumps to linger along her skin. She has no idea who he or the person he’s referring to is, but it’s apparent it’s someone he cared for and loved deeply. A timid step is taken backwards as he comes closer, unsure of the man’s stability, but really, it’s from her being uncomfortable with the amount of emotions he’s exuding. 

Pain...remorse...all feelings she’s unfamiliar with or at least tries to distance herself from on a regular basis. His voice cracks and her gaze immediately shifts to the concrete beneath her feet, sympathy welling up inside of her at the visible display.

She isn’t wrong. Sawyer knows himself well enough to know that however much it hurt to lose people, it was infinitely worse not having anyone to lose at all. Being alone…fighting alone, dying alone…that was hell in its own right. Before teaming up with Rick’s crew, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to have people at his back. To have family. He’d been half insane by then, paranoid and isolated for so long that he was less a man and more a beast, driven by little more than instinct. The flashbacks had gotten so bad that half the time he didn’t know where he was, or when. He drifted in and out of the Middle East with dream-like fluidity, confusing the living with the dead and with memory. The only thing – the only thing that kept him alive for those long years – was the desperate, bone-deep urge to keep moving, keep searching, in the off-chance that he would find people again. Not just survivors, living ghosts who were as likely to slit his throat and take his supplies as they were to avoid him altogether, but people. Good people. Someone, anyone who could give him hope that there was still a future for mankind. A future for him.

It had taken him a long time to come back from that, to not shy away from another person’s touch; to recognize his name when it was spoken, and not flinch at the sound of a living, human voice. Thinking back on it now, he looks at Shiva and hears her words with more profound meaning. He wonders if she might understand all too-well what that would feel like; to be more animal than human.

“Yeah,” he smiles a little, though it doesn’t meet his eyes. “Ezekiel, he’s…an interesting guy. How’d you meet him, if I can ask?”

The brunette couldn’t tell you when her stance on Rick and his crew changed and she became and advocate for them. Shiva was the first and the loudest opponent when Ezekiel mentioned joining forces to defeat Negan and the rest of the Saviors. It seemed more of a risk than little to no reward and more causalities than it was worth. But Negan’s crew wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and there was strength in numbers. Plus if Ezekiel hadn’t given her a chance, who knows where she’d be, so the least she could do was give them a fair chance. 

A simple of nod is given in understanding, knowing that Sawyer not only understands but believes what she told him. Surprisingly, out of everyone, she can feel herself relating to him the most. Her hand falls from his shoulder and folds neatly into her lap, expecting him to ask that question at some point. It’s a fair question, most people are curious about how she found herself in the Kingdom.

Now that was a fact not even Shiva could deny, but it didn’t meant she was fond of more people dying. A skeptical brow raises in the brunettes direction, unsure if the woman is making the statement out of dread or eager anticipation. She’s hoping for the former but wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter. From her own experience, the New World has brought out the worst in people and sympathy for other people no longer is a factor. 

                  “Our goal is to keep the body count to a minimum.”

              “Play…?!”

The word feels like venom the way it’s spat back at the blonde. Disgust may be a better word to describe with the way Shiva’s face contorts—lines appearing on her forehead, hazel orbs narrowing and nose crinkling out of dissatisfaction. Play…the word pops into her brain once more, the term unfamiliar because it’s not often, actually it’s rare such a frivolous thought comes to mind. Boredom another luxury she’s been deprived of…

Her her s l o w l y tilts to the side, brow now peaking upward. She’s convinced the woman is out of her mind…must be. 

                “I think you have me confused with someone else. I am not here to entertain you.”

boss should be gone for most (hopefully all) of today. so, i’m gonna get the work shit out of the way and then finish up replies i have here. then i won’t feel so guilty about working on my blogs for betty cooper from riverdale and nakia (aka malice) from black panther.

Fact! Now to find out if he purrs when you rub his belly. I already know that he sheds….