#devotioninked

[ sms » mad hattie ]  don’t need a reason to wanna spend time with my best bitch, do i? [ sms » mad hattie ]  just kidding, i had a major payday and guess what, we’re going to greece next week. thursday at ten. [ sms » mad hattie ]  no, you don’t have a choice. i even booked a pet hotel for your child already.

It’s amazing! Ya’ll are so sweet and nice and I adore all my TWD buddies. 

honestly. the deputy and one of the brothers. more power to anyone who does write it. but i just don’t get it at all. i mean i guess its all fun and stuff to write but to me it doesn’t make sense. especially when the like of john and jacob are portrayed as extra lovey dovey towards someone. like were we playing the same game. any relationship with them would probably be pretty toxic. 

     “hi there  --  i know you’re about to close, but can i speak to the owner please?”

“Um, we should…we probably need to get the stuff unloaded.” It was on the tip of her tongue to extend an invitation, invite her over later…pick up where they left off – but she didn’t know how it would be received. “You, uh, wanna get the backseat? I’ll get the trunk.”

     she’d been here for hours, bless her heart.  seated next to him, their only light being the street light down the road a few feet.  the sun had gone down, and still, here she sat.  he’d never met such a compassionate human, someone willing to sit and listen to his bullshit.  myra always butted in, made things about her, to the point where he’d eventually just turned his phone off.  this one  --  hattie, he’d learned  --  was nothing like her.  she was gentle, kind, attempting to make him smile through the tears, smile through the anxiety and panic that was riddling his mind.  it wasn’t often he allowed himself to feel so heavily outside of his car, where most of his breakdowns happened.  today, he hadn’t quite made it.  the black cadillac sat three blocks away, parked in his employers car garage.  another breath, using the sleeve of his sweater to wipe his eyes, he still couldn’t manage eye contact.  the rest of her face, yes; by now, he’d memorized her nose, her lips  ...  but he couldn’t meet her eyes.  “ sorry, ”  eddie’s millionth apology to her, clearing his throat in an attempt to stop it from breaking,  “ i’m  sorry ,  hattie.  you  don’t  have  to  sit  here  with  me ,  i’m  sure  there’s  a  million  better  places  you  could  be . ”

“I mean…” Kevin was standing by Hattie’s side, staring at the door of her tattoo parlour that he had somewhat invaded over the past months just so spend some TIME with the woman. But that was something that required the two of them. What was waiting for them inside – the shop’s anniversary? It was too crowded and Kevin simply couldn’t stand how STUPID some people could be. Not to mention that he couldn’t monopolize Hattie all the damn time, which in turn meant that he would need to share her with all the other people. That he didn’t like. “I’m going because I am fully aware of how important this is for you.” Because it was HATTIE and he wouldn’t do this sort of thing for anyone else. “But if I see wandering hands – I will not hesitate to break fingers.”

Kevin Deaver && Hattie Barton Like Cleopatra She Owns The Tiger