⠀⠀his gaze, cold but fierce, shifts from the golden drink to meet jamie’s own. the political regime did grant resilience and toughness to the boy⸺but his little act of bravery fell apart when he found himself in the presence of »
though used to coldness and dryness from him , he still expected something else every time they interacted . how stupid , how hopeless it was of him . he knew better , didn't he ? yet── he still hoped like a child .
" Do you need me to come with you in town ? "
his father. behind cold eyes lied the desired to be seen, to belong. his words acted like pleas, almost like those of a child who longed for their father’s approval. and the more he tried to push forward, the more further away he »
⠀⠀“i’ve got some business to attend in town.” the reply came out dry, his voice still hoarse and unkind; all before raising his own glass to meet parted lips to give the beverage a proper 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦.
eyes rose up as he heard the patriarch’s voice . instantly stopping on the glass he was holding , 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 , 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯 . how much could that be 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 .ᐣ passing left hand on his neck , nervousness .
" Woke up early today , dad . "
⠀⠀pouring a glass for himself, the dutton patriarch strides toward the porch, leaning towards the wooden beam just outside⸻only to allow the early sunlight to caress his features.
“mornin’, jamie.”
@dustandlaw ╱ yeah. his diva-like behavior fucked yellowstone. he even was involved in a physical altercation with wes bentley. not to mention the sexual assault allegations. bro is down bad, he can go.