#formidablekind

              >> ⚔️ <<               ❝        WE’RE   after the same thing.  i need the coin and its almost  PERSONAL.   i’d appreciate it if you   stuck out   of it.         ❞                

It was quite the situation, someone had gone missing and for all he knew, they could be dead or their kidnapper could be doing who knows what. But he felt like the clues were leading him in the right direction from his investigation. He was close, he was not giving up.

However, he paused. His phone was ringing. He hadn’t expected that. He picked up his phone out of his pocket and turned on the screen. Unknown caller. What the? He’d of ignored it if he didn't have a feeling about it. He swiped answer and brought it to his ear.

         A heavy sigh left her at the now pile of wet clothes on the floor. As he continued to undress, she excused herself to grab another towel so he could carry the wet clothes to the dryer so he could have clothes by the morning. Returning, he was  almost bare and it wasn’t until she got closer that she could smell the alcohol that lingered on him. Even if it showed in his eyes. Wrapping the clothes up and the jacket in the towel, water still dropping onto the floor, Sky looked at the male.        “ Oh, I’m sure you want to know. Might put it in the next book of yours. ” It was then she moving towards the hall to where the machines where, figuring he would follow as they talked. “ I see nothing much has changed with you. Still having one too many. Do you do anything else on your free time? ”

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“I am experiencing a bout of real shitty writer’s block.” He quipped, though not exactly lying. His publisher had put pressure on him to make the holiday period for his next novel but he found the more he was told to do something, the less he wanted to, regardless of the money. It wasn’t a wise decision and Sky would have probably told him so once upon a time were they closer.

“I’m what they call an artist, I suppose. Artists have their vices. I’m often inspired by a drink or two, so sue me.” Peter shrugged as he trailed behind her, one towel still rubbing his hair. “Do you have any smokes? Finished mine at the bar.” 

Winter Sentence Starters | Selectively Accepting (mutuals) | @formidablekind

Negan stands on the industrial catwalk above, watching as the group of Saviors that had been sent out earlier return and begin to filter back into the Sanctuary. From where he stands it looks like everyone made it back fine, and there isn’t any immediate signs that the trip went any way other than as planned. He’s waiting though, for a particular face and, there she is— Sky is one of the last to trail in.

Hand slides along the railing while he descends the stairs, and a handful of nearby Saviors begin to kneel but he motions for them to continue as they are as he focuses his attention towards her.

“Welcome home.” He puts on a grin, sauntering her way and about to ask for any and all juicy details on how things went when he notices a limp in her step. She must’ve read the look on his face, because she explains before he can ask.

“Fell on the ice?“ The same ice her dear old brother had warned him about earlier? He sighs after a pause, sends a quick frustrated glance over the factory at no one in particular. “I sent a fucking pack of guys out there to salt that shit before you even left. Somebody’s fucking slackin’. Didn’t bust your ass or nothin’, did you?” Lowering his voice, he leans in slightly. “Because that is way too pretty of an ass to breakin’, missy.”

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS ( ACCEPTING )

        he knows she's up to something, he can tell by the look in her eyes — by now that's already ENOUGH, he knows Amelia far better than it should be possible. ❝ what're you doin'? ❞, he asks but doesn't resist to put his hand into hers. that's some shit Daryl doesn't believe in, but he can't resist her anyway ; his eyes are QUESTIONING as he looks at their hands, palms turned upwards so she can inspire them. ❝ if yer' gonna tell me somethin' I already know, 'm gonna be real disappointed ❞, he jokes.