promo blog.

               MARCO  GIOVANNI  wasn’t  just  a  sandwich  shop  owner. For a lot of people going through the hustle and bustle of Milan life, Marco and his shop, was like a home away from home, a safe place, and Marco was always considered family. He was the grandfather some people wished they had. Needed something to eat? He made sure you ate. Needed new shoes? He made sure you didn’t go without. Needed a place to do your homework? The break room was always open to you. Marco made sure no one went without and it didn’t matter if you were rich or poor but now Marco is gone and it’s time for one final goodbye.

         MARCO  GIOVANNI  wasn’t  just  a  sandwich  shop  owner. For a lot of people going through the hustle and bustle of Milan life, Marco and his shop, was like a home away from home, a safe place, and Marco was always considered family. He was the grandfather some people wished they had. Needed something to eat? He made sure you ate. Needed new shoes? He made sure you didn’t go without. Needed a place to do your homework? The break room was always open to you. Marco made sure no one went without and it didn’t matter if you were rich or poor but now Marco is gone and it’s time for one final goodbye.

         MARCO  GIOVANNI  wasn't  just  a  sandwich  shop  owner. For a lot of people going through the hustle and bustle of Milan life, Marco and his shop, was like a home away from home, a safe place, and Marco was always considered family. He was the grandfather some people wished they had. Needed something to eat? He made sure you ate. Needed new shoes? He made sure you didn’t go without. Needed a place to do your homework? The break room was always open to you. Marco made sure no one went without and it didn’t matter if you were rich or poor but now Marco is gone and it’s time for one final goodbye. 

“stoppin’ me?” sol repeated, running his thumb over link’s knuckles, following her over to the couch and taking a seat with a long sigh. “I literally brought a pack of hyenas here, they ain’t happy till they get what they want… they’re all just — hyperactive, crazy kids, maybe s’why I can’t be assed anymore, we already have a toddler, I had you, I don’t wanna reign these in anymore. but who dyou think they’re comin’ after if I stop?”

she knew that this was completely absurd, these people had killed finn, who, at one point, was all she had left in the world, and just because she was numb right now, didn’t mean she always would be, but when it came to link, kyle couldn’t help herself. she grinned, lifting her hands to cup lincoln’s jaw, returning the kiss with equal enthusiasm.

“ain’t a secret that I got m’favourites kid, s’just — never wanted this, y’know… not that m’not grateful to have you and eric, I just — didn’t want to be a leader, I just wanted to be left alone, a bit like eli,” he chuckled, but there was no humour to it, “and then I got power hungry, an’ I’m fucking insane, that definitely helps… just wonderin’ when I’m gonna get too old for this shit.”

      “get used to it. i feel like it’s always lingering somewhere in the air,” he muttered with a raise of his shoulders, eyes never lifting from the gun draped across his lap and in the middle of a clean. sure, there were more important things to do but it’d take them days to get it all relatively back in order, so he didn’t see the harm in some maintenance of the weapon. besides, he spent a majority of his morning pulling his weight. “your people done anything to help out? y’look like you haven’t lifted a finger all day.”

" pretty sure it’s less to do with that and more to do with the walker guts and blood i sported but hey, minor details. “ link narrowed her eyes briefly before motioning towards eric who was currently digging graves and the few that were helping make sure the wall wasn’t going to come down again any time soon. “ i don’t know if you’ve noticed but if this place goes to hell, that kinda defeats the purpose of this whole thing. “ 

“That’s about to change very soon, princess.” A wide grin touched the man’s lips. He wasn’t about to play discreet and pretend he had nothing up his sleeve especially when it’s been boiling for a very long time. “Rules of the group, right? I’m a dumbass prophet going after a kid pretending three against one did shit. They were weak.”

" this is about the group. not about your dumbass ego. “ she honestly didn’t get why people couldn’t just play the role they were given or fight for the role that they wanted. “ whatever you have in that head of yours isn’t going to mean shit if it gets you killed or sent outside these walls, marcus. “

“And how long is that gonna last?” Not that Dyson meant to sound so negative on the subject, it was just that with the way  things had been and the fact that it wasn’t like many of them had anything to relate with the prophets over beyond wanting to not become the next person on the top of the execution list. So sure maybe they had a common goal now but once the wall was back up…then what. 

" believe it or not -- i don’t actually want to see one of you die. “ she wasn’t opposed but that didn’t mean she wanted another grave to be dug. “ i think we’ve seen enough death so far and we all have one thing in common. “ even if that one thing was just keeping arcadia standing.

“I’m not asking you to be my bitch. God knows your ass can’t be tied down.” Marcus stared for a long moment before barking out a loud laugh, “Yeah, I did, and it gets me nowhere. Eric doesn’t listen, Sol doesn’t listen, and I’m pretty sure neither do you. So, I guess I’m not left with very many options now.” He tilted his head to the side, “A challenge for what? Leadership? Careful now, you know how easily tempted I am.”

" because all of you are all bark and no bite. “ and link was getting sick of that fact. “ if it’s not you bitching it’s someone else. “ link shrugged her shoulders. “ you could challenge eric but keep in mind that the last person that did died. “

If anything Dyson had felt a little guilty for not being able to do more during the storm, that he was more than happy to spend most of his day trying to help in whatever way he could. So cleaning things up seemed about the best way to go. “That’s what a heard or the undead and a storm does.” It was sarcasm for the most part. 

" no shit. “ link looked over at dyson before letting out a sigh. she didn’t want to start a confrontation today of all days. “ least we’re all trying to work together here. “ maybe that was the bright side and maybe there was hope that all of this wouldn’t turn into a total shit show.

“Oh, please, I crossed that bridge and burned it the fuck down with him. He hates me, I hate him, it’s a special relationship I don’t want to change.” Marcus narrowed his gaze curiously, tapping his lower lip with his index finger in a contemplating manner. Getting into the metaphorical bed with Eric could benefit his cause a little, but acting nice now might cause suspicion coming his way. “Still, Sol values your above very highly. You’re his little girl, his princess, nauseating really, but you get the point.”

" i’m not going to be your bitch. “ link looked at marcus. “ you want something? ask for it yourself. “ she wasn’t going to get involved with whatever marcus had going on in that head of his. “ i would say a challenge is always on the table but obviously that isn’t the case anymore. “