MERCIFUL
private daryl dixon.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.
hopefulbeth-archive-deactivated asked: "Ever steal someone's heart?" Beth is highly amused.
Name a type of crime and my muse will admit if they’ve ever been a victim of it, witnessed it, or committed it.
"No.“
He replies, expression as blank as his tone.
If he ever did in his nearing forty odd years
of living, it never came to his attention. It was
only recently that Carol spoke openly about
that kind of thing.
“People like me ain’t the lovin’ type.”
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