IDLE TONGUE SITS AT THE ROOF OF HIS MOUTH, stiffening at the calamity caused by the king of their barbed wired, metal-gated paradise. the muscle is dry: sitting in its equally torrid cave of clenched teeth. the collateral king who could, and would, sing to you so SOOTHINGLY as he drove the BLUNT END of a rusted-tipped knife through the BELLY OF YOUR CORE. and although gregor wasn’t sure if this was one of those moments, he continued to stand in the familiarity of A DRILL LINEUP that negan once commented on in a discomforting appreciation. / @odinsleep : for negan ( mo )
something about it feeling great to have a marine around that still took all his SIR-YES-SIR BULLSHIT seriously.
GREGOR’S EYES CUT TO NEGAN, where blue meets brown in something allocated that allows them to level at each other long enough to read the fire fuelling the firestorm -------------------- where the subtle graveness, at best, was undoubtedly vile in the way their leader PULLED HIS LIPS AGAINST TEETH until the seal was tight enough to make an audible noise. that waining playfulness which often rang with his name; it pinches the creases of his eyes, explaining in every crevice that NEGAN WAS WINNING A RACE NO ONE ELSE WAS RUNNING IN: no one but the sheriff and his group eliminating outpost after outpost. otherwise, this was his glorious victory, his photo-ready grin prepared; after cutting the legs of all his competitors off and jumping the gun at the start.
❝ YOU’RE PLAYING WITH FIRE. DON’T DARE CROSS THE LINE. ❞
the fathered marine inhales sharply, his stare returns past negan’s head as it should in a lineup. he wants to clear his throat from an invisible urge but doesn’t. instead he swallows the itch down,
“ just worried about those things in the woods SARGE. nothin’ more. ” he plays up the role. inflates that impetuous, intimidating ego negan simmered into the sanctuary. HE KNOWS THERE WILL BE NO REQUESTS AT THIS TIME. not even if it meant asking for leave and to swap for the next outpost shift. not even for the benefit of himself or his gentle hearted next of kin. she would have to go with him. “ if you need flip ‘nd i at the outpost... WE’LL GO. ”