โ๏ธ rygos oomfs. please, take a second out of your day to retweet my pinned, as Iโd like some exposure to reach other writers. as a thank you? courtland gentry will dance for you, I donโt know.
เผ courtland mirrors those actions; head drops to look at the disarray of vegetables and produce in his own basket; silence is brief and a little awkward, but he doesnโt mind. man with a history doesnโt get bothered by small things like quiet moments.
โwhatโs your name?โ
ah, shit. the staring had been unconscious, but once a smile filled his vision, heat warmed his ears. driver's eyes flicked downward, back to his own bundle of groceries.
".. yeah." he muttered, drawing back into himself.
เผ never intending to be off putting. actually, thatโs a lie; most of the time he tries to be off putting, but he digresses. arms fold over chest; leaning back in small seat with an exasperated sigh. vision doesnโt waver.
โ Iโm being paid to keep you safe. โ
@incognit0sixx attention effectively roused by spineโprickling sensation of being watched, teacher giving a bodily shift in chair as crystalline hues dart to source. arcing a good humored brow.
โโฆ kinda feels like iโm back to being proctored in grad school with the force of that stare.โ
โ
โเผ wolf in sheepโs clothing. easy to do when your life has always been an existence to serve. blends in well, ghost can even look friendly if he really has to. the smallest, microscopic smile.
โ grocery shopping. itโs a pain, isnโt it? โ
โ
โเผ despite needless efforts to convince stratt against the idea; grace is stuck with courtland. rear seated at random desk, legs stretch yonder. silent. enough to hear a pin drop. though there are occasional glances to clock on the wall.
time arrives. man is on a mission; silent like a ghost, youโll know know heโs there when courtland gentry wants you to know heโs there. and he signals that by knocking on ryland graceโs door, stepping back; calloused hands crossed behind his back. facial features, unreadable.
๊ง grace & courtland. โ prologue.
@astralsolutlons
เผ an hour of sitting. waiting. more sitting. leather seats becoming increasingly more uncomfortable as watch ticks. blue shards lift; windscreen mirror; his sight enclosed on the apartment complex that grace resides. โ๏ธ