𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓪 𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓱𝓪𝓶

@arthropodapocalypse 
            
            /* I did sort of

@frstmate 

@frstmate 
            
            Lorna looked up, filthy from the lack of hygiene and hiding away, breathing heavily. "It's a small space," she muttered, swallowing as she looked up at the male. "Couldn't last forever..." she knew this was a possibility, and here she was, cornered. 

@Lustbites 
            
            /* honestly up for anything and we can go to dms, for some reason I'm not getting notifications 

@TheFatalWoman 
            
            //Cool, did you have muse for anything specific? We could plot in pm or here if you want. 

@Lustbites 
            
            /* oooh sure!

@scviored 
            
            Lorna looked up at the bat, her eyes narrowing before looking up at the male, gritting her teeth. "No, we wouldn't want that," she snarled back at him, he was to pretty for his own good, she thought in frustration. "Let me go," she snapped. "Please," she added as an after thought.

“hey,   no  need  to act in  frustration,  lorna beckham.”    negan would respond slyly,   brows lowering;  yet  a confident smile  painted across his  roguish  features was unwavering.   a hand gloved  in  black leather slid down   the frame of his  spiked baseball bat—  “now,   i don’t want to have to use this.. you’ve   got one   hell of a   beautiful face on ‘ya.   be good,   and  lucille here—“   eyes would linger on his bat. “she  won’t be splatterin’   your goddamned   blood all    over the fuckin’   ground.”   

@scviored 
            
            Lorna looked up at them, panting, teeth bared. "Lorna Beckham, let me go, bastard," shoving at him, frustrated and maybe a little bit anxious at the stranger.

@TheFatalWoman / curious ?