❛ i LIKE you already, stranger. ❜
it was apparent impression that was hinted
in hues of a deep forest ; rebellion was a familiar trait
of his ( infrequent in the modern days ) but evident in
needed times, such light stands out in weary hues,
life restored within a fractured soul ; callous
fingers trace around the cup before a sip was stolen,
a grin finding its way onto his pallid maw.
{ creating a smile on the face of a man who’s
eyes held the battle scars of a lifetime war
was enough to make rose hathaway’s day. yet,
at the same time, her blood began to race in
anticipation of someone coming to yell at her
for that small coffee scandal. not that she
couldn’t take on a human of all things, but
fighting over the dark liquid seemed very
counterproductive. }
❝I do what I can for the less fortunate.❞