diagnosis. it forgets everything it is. anger. rage. distance. poverty. the lonely soul is lonely again. love turns to mockery. it dies. it is reborn. worse. lonelier.
He frowns、 tongue pushing around in his mouth. “Didn’t say I was lookin’ for nothing,” easily avoided, walking down the steps, specks of dirt tracking behind his boots—arms fall to his sides, hands idly shoved into his pockets. “What’s it matter t’you?”
Brows raise, invisible. How 𝗻𝙞𝙘𝙚 he is. ˊˊ Hm. Alright then. ˊˊ She turns her head back toward the beehives. ˊˊ What are you looking for ? ˊˊ Gloved fingertips reach to shift the boxes.
“ ’S part of the manor,” he lazily defends、 arms folded over his chest, leaning on the doorframe. “I get it’s your li’l sanctuary but I didn’t come here t’bother you, so just leave it.” Eyes dart around for something, but he’s not saying what.
She blinks, unbeknownst to him. Standing, brushing dirt from knees. ˊˊ No. I was simply wondering why you're around * here. ˊˊ Persistence. Thin brows are furrowed beneath cloth, she doesn't believe he's here for a '𝘀cenic view.'
Of course, it should be expected to see the Entomologist in her natural habitat—and yet, Norton still hoped he would be able to avoid her eyes. He’s mostly unphased, however, if only slightly annoyed. “S’it a problem, Mrs. Plinius?” Dodging the question.
𝐹ingers brush over soil, kneeled calmly within the silence of the greenhouse. Veiled face lifts at a single noise, abrupt. Turning, just as @pyriteur comes into view. ˊˊ ... Mr. Campbell. What might * you be doing out 𝗵ere ? ˊˊ
he doesn’t know whether to feel deceived, or perhaps repulsed. With her or himself? What right does he have to think that way anymore, really?
“……. ‘Least it’s not gettin’ everywhere, right? Seems like you, uh, got more up your sleeve than I thought.”
A wave of cool washes over him, leaning his head back over the chair. Breath stutters, then stills, and finally returns to it’s regular pace. A bead of sweat trickles down from the line of his hair to his cheek, bringing thumb up to swipe it away. He hardly heard her
but all of it certainly isn’t the most relieving thing ever. Being around her isn’t, either. Not after….
Well, no one ever enjoys being in this kind of position. It never seems to change with him.
Sparing another glance—it’s that look in her eyes—