my daddy taught me to shoot. for the longest while, i imagined all my prey with his face. made it easier. hunter's guilt and hunter's rage go hand—in—hand like that.
@glampatriarch a subtle eye roll.
she makes sure to note where his
hands are placed at all times. one
of her own lifts to lightly rest upon
his shoulder.
" be more sure of yourself.
you seem.... almost timid. "
@glampatriarch "thank you.
you look... good."
the touch feels somewhat foreign;
esme isn't usually one for touch
unless she was in the mood.
but from him? it felt different .
she squeezes his hand as they make
it to the center floor.
@glampatriarch dance ? that's quite risky —
he does have a wife after all.
but that drink makes her feel
warm enough that she will humor him.
pulling herself to her feet, beginning to
walk. looking back over her shoulder,
expectingly.
"let's go."
@glampatriarch of course. it would be the least she
could do, honestly.
she's nearly done with her drink.
it goes down with ease; she has
had plenty of drinks in her life-time.
@glampatriarch he did catch her eye.
she finds his approach to be admirable.
not many usually walk up to her like
that.
maybe if she's feeling nice enough
she will spread good word for him .