SAVIOR STRANGER.
HUFF. humor filled. a smirk, singularity on the otherwise shadowed face. the diminutive figure shifted. minuscule changes. hand now rested against hip, fingers tapped a rhythm on the cool gun metal. chin lifted, oh so slightly, a simple gesture.
❝ i should be careful? ❞
SHARP. an edge to the figure’s voice. devoid of humor and emotion, brown orbs trained on the other, a fire that burnt beneath them, ready to explode. but this was not her aim. a tongue click, a mundane reaction.
❝ i’m thinking you should be very careful with the tone you use. wouldn’t want negan and lucille paying a visit…remember how that went last time? glenn was it? ❞
“you really think so highly of yourself? he’s not going to come after me for hurting your ego with my words.” her words are accentuated with a purse of lipstick painted lips while her green gaze sweeps the other the way one would after seeing a pebble in their shoe. “leave HIM out of this. glenn was innocent.”














