Pierce
He can feel the tension in the air, the murmurings, the chastising, the anger that thrums like a living beast throughout the emotionally charged ship. But all of it are things that Pierce decidedly does not care about. Not as he’s waiting for one person in particular. The very one that steps into the cabin like a storm made woman. His blue gaze tracks her, a soft smile on his face as her question reaches him, the uncertainty, the distaste, something he hadn’t anticipated on using on her before but…
Well, there’s no other reason not to these days.
He can read between the lines of her thoughts, too, the way that she isn’t sure how exactly to take his approach. It’s smart, but it’s also sad. And Pierce hasn’t really felt sadness before. Anger, yes. Righteousness? Absolutely. Sadness?
Since when did he have the time to actually feel such human emotions? Well, since here. Since her.
So he pushes off the desk and approaches her, reaching out with those muscled arms of his, collecting her in a hug that’s tight despite still being gentle. “I’m leaving.” He says quietly, the word hanging on a sigh. “I came to say goodbye.”
Well, there’s no other reason not to these days.
He can read between the lines of her thoughts, too, the way that she isn’t sure how exactly to take his approach. It’s smart, but it’s also sad. And Pierce hasn’t really felt sadness before. Anger, yes. Righteousness? Absolutely. Sadness?
Since when did he have the time to actually feel such human emotions? Well, since here. Since her.
So he pushes off the desk and approaches her, reaching out with those muscled arms of his, collecting her in a hug that’s tight despite still being gentle. “I’m leaving.” He says quietly, the word hanging on a sigh. “I came to say goodbye.”
