[ press ] altho tbh she'd have to hella piss him off
get rough // accepting // @bloodedhunter
[ press ] to roughly push my muse against the wall.
Air escaped her lungs with a ragged gasp as her back made impact with the wall. The sheer strength this alien visitor used against her hadn’t been a surprise -- for she assumed from his attire that he was birthed from a warring species -- but Lisa hadn’t expected such a reaction from him when she’d taken out the cunt that had aligned herself with those that had attempted to kill her husband.
Since the fall of her husband’s people, Lisa had taken it upon her self to find him, to rescue him from Rick’s prison cells, and if shooting someone in the head that had challenged her then so be it.
Even if it did piss off her alien companion that was escorting her through what remained of the once civilized world. Or if that was even the reason why he pushed her -- hell, she could never be completely sure and she was always working mostly with assumptions when it came to her mostly non verbal traveling companion.
Once Lisa found the ability to breath once more, she stared up at the towering creature. Blue eyes still remained dark, mind very aware of where she had dropped the pistol.
❝ That bitch wants to kill my husband, ❞ Lisa insisted, as if he needed an explanation for why she’d done such a bold thing. Words lifted in pitch, anger and helplessness in her situation revealed with resonance while her hands pressed against his chest plate silently asking him to back off, ❝ I will NOT have mercy on anyone that is helping Rick keep my husband locked up! So you’re either gonna help me or we’re gonna go separate ways. I have to do this. ❞