𝓣𝓪𝓹 𝓜𝓮
Micah stood still, his arms folded and his demeanor strangely calm from the crazy wild-eyed animal just a few minutes before. Even when she pulled the match box out from her pocket, threatning to drop it, he didn’t think it posed any real threat considering it wouldn’t catch any flame without any gasoline. Well. That was logically. He had no idea if she possessed any powers that could change that rule.
“Oh-”
She stopped midway and Micah’s lip twitched as he took a step forward.
“And now you suddenly don’t feel like talking?” It meant she was withholding information.
Rain had grabbed a hold of Micah’s arm again, casuing him to let out a long sigh.
“Not really in the listening mood right now,” he growled, yanking his arm free.
Rain was always trying to convince herself that Micah was better than he made himself out to be. That he was just a captured beast waiting to turn into a prince.
Yeah. Fricking. Right.
Just as he was about to make Mabel talk, a smaller body rammed into his side and he went tumbling to the ground, landing with a hard grunt.
“Micah!”
Before he even had time to register what was going on or to defend himself, fists were flying at his face.
He finally caught hold of her wrists, gripping them tightly as he gave out a breathless and throaty chuckle.
“You stepped into a bad situation sweetheart-GAH!”
His hands released their grip as they reached for his crotch. His teeth clenched and his neck arched upwards as he tried his best to contain a howl.
“You think it’s lovely to go with revenge at any given time, don’t you?”
His cheeks puffed up as he sucked in and out before giving a strained answer. “Pretty much,”
Her eyes met his when she turned her head back around to look down at him. Micah wasn’t even paying attention to the fact that a pretty girl was in a very compromising situation. But she had taken note of the indecency and it was enough to make him laugh through the pain, even as a wave of nausea hit him.
“I’m really sorry. I don’t know what I was doing on top of you,”
He groaned as he sat up, lifting his knee and resting his elbow against it as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He looked up at her with a cheshire grin, his teasing and cocky attitude shining through.
“No need to disguise it sunshine. If you wanted a bit of one on one action, all you had to do was ask. I appreciate the bold invitation though.”
“Shut up, all of you.”
Micah turned his head to look over at the curly-haired brunette, her eyes sending daggers over in their direction.
Micah rolled his eyes discreetly, knowing just what was coming from Miss perfect Oracle.
Her words made him twitch, but he stood up anyway, literally biting back his tongue to keep from bringing her back in her place. She only felt the need to direct and command because she had a fancy title. Micah cared nothing for that. You had to prove yourself to him to gain his respect.
“It’s not a surprise we have traitors, so much for being family when you’re ready to murder them without a chance. You didn’t even pause to see if the empousas might be lying, and that utterly disgusts me more than there being a traitor in the camp.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, avoiding eye contact and staring at the floor instead.
At least Karan had threatned her for information instead of mercifully letting her go. Still, it made Micah angry she had taken the ropes. He was handling it juuuuuust fine.
“I want her tied up and locked in her cabin, touch her and you’re next on my list. You want to kill her, fine, when I finish at least show you’re worthy of it. Spineless jellyfishes.”
His eyes followed her as she walked out, and the room was left in silence.
“I’ll take her,” Amara stated, shearing her sword and stepping forward.
“Ah ah ah ah ah,” Micah said, clicking his tongue as he walked over to Mabel. “I think I should watch her. You’re all so set on letting her love that you’ll end up letting her escape.”
“You’re clearly too mental for the job,” Negan barked.
@Alex - Haeven
@katabasis - Karan mentioned
@BlackBlood - Mabel
@Yomama - Eden
@RainyDay - Rain