Yes another sleepless night tossing and turning. Waiting for the day that maybe. Just maybe Dante would come home.
But those days seemed less likely with every sleepless night. And it saddened Krios more and more with each sunrise.
A sigh left his lips as hollow eyes look to>
The moon and stars in the sky, having taken himself downstairs to the porch where he sat and listened with dying hope. And growing loneliness. His small arms settling around himself. He’d cried so much over the past months that he had no more energy to do so. >
Seriously. Someone big to look after and care for him that may or may not be a demon and have an aggressive, possessive, dominant side..
With the Bat still in his hold. Krios would turn to look at Negan over his shoulder. A wide and sharp toothed smile beaming toward him before Krios set off running.
There was one thing about Krios. As mucky and dirty as he was. His weapons never were. Nor would he leave >
With a dip in the water, he’d bring to each spike of the barbed wire. Sharpening each individual point.
The man should’ve caught up with him by now. And finally, Krios would raise his head. Looking for Negan while wrapping his hand around the wired end and holding out the >
(A starter for @CFFTHESAVIORS following- TWD VERSE)
It had been a long time since the beginning of the end. Longer than Krios knew or chose to remember.
Time slipped away after a while. As did his innocence. At first, he’d been a part of a group. Until they were killed off.>