that gore was necessary. an incessant reminder to most that she was one who wasn't to be tempered with, nor interrupted. many in the past had learned such a lesson, including her previous incredible colleagues and an estranged lover of sorts. the bride was a woman of many things,
the ℊore might have been too much , it could churn the stomach of one who isn't even light - headed 、yet , when it came to negan , he was practically just ... 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to it , used to be drawn into 𝓿iolence , as if that momentary rush of adrenaline was his only 𝖑ife - source . in his homeland , he held the title of the 𝖉eadliest man , afterall ―― something he was not afraid to 𝗯𝗼𝗮𝘀𝘁 about .
゛well , a lil' change of 𝔥eart never 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 anybody .͟.͟.͟゛he mumbled , the 𝔦rony never lost on him as he dared to amble closer , while she was assessing the glisten of her polished 𝓫lade . ゛.͟.͟.͟ red ain't formal , it's just ... 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 ―― who knows .ᐣ you might even brin' yourself to 𝖑ike it .゛
his smile stood there , 𝖇iting .゛𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒's * very promisin' , i can tell you that .゛came a tinge of tainted guarantee、as if 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 that thing , was not considered too 𝓬razy already .゛name's 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 . negan 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉 ―― does that ring any bells , sweets .ᐣ゛usually , this guy's name felt like a 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 in people's ears 、as if it was not writen with ink but with * 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 .
idly tilted, a gesture of confusion and curiosity both—like a dog.
lucille was an unfamiliar name. his name wasn't, either. but he didn't know her, either. "i'm afraid it doesn't, negan." she repeated his name, her voice more distinct as it rolled off of her tongue. "does the
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the gruesome scene would certainly catch an eye or two. she was the deadliest woman in the world, everything considered; an assassin worthy of her title and long prestige.
"you really think so?" she paused and hummed, a tinge amused. "i've personally been more a yellow
his hazel orbs eyed her with some tainted surprise , he had no idea what had just happened 、yet , the 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 of it all was hard to ignore . ゛𝒓𝒆𝒅 looks good on you .゛he voiced , his compliment equally twisted as his smile .
he held a 𝖇arbed bat that was dyed 𝓬rimson too , slinging over broad , 𝖑eather - clad shoulders like some sick extension of himself . guess , he ain't doing 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 .
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she had been parting from a winding alley, her iconic wear stained a distinct crimson. a sword was held in hands, being polished with care.
beatrix paused as a man came into sight. she wasn't expecting any visitors, not here. "i'd advise you turn around, friend."
cigarette placed firm between her lips, an old news article—dirtied and yellowed from age—held firm in her hand.
"massacre at two pines", it read.
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