as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
i'll be there to hold your hand
Why would people not want to steal from your crate. "Honor among thieves an' all that," you say with a shrug, content to leave it there unless he wants to pry. Agreeable as the fellow may be, you're not ready to give away too many secrets just yet. Jack may be a fan of peacocking and waving his street cred around for attention, but you've found with time that more and more you'd rather be treated like a man than some sort of myth.
Braced and toweled, you seem to be in no apparent rush to continue dressing yourself. Instead you squat down next to the stranger, peering out over the water and trying to pretend you don't notice him looking at your scar. Because it is not your fucking business you do not remark on the fact that he doesn't particularly seem to want to stay in the Grounds, even if you're thinking it really really hard.
Instead you let silence fall. Still squatting you let your gaze drift across the water, taking in the moonlight as is bounces on the waves. "Beautiful, ain't it?" you remark at last, glancing sidelong at him. "Dunno why anyone'd leave, knowin' all this is here. Gods know I never will."
Braced and toweled, you seem to be in no apparent rush to continue dressing yourself. Instead you squat down next to the stranger, peering out over the water and trying to pretend you don't notice him looking at your scar. Because it is not your fucking business you do not remark on the fact that he doesn't particularly seem to want to stay in the Grounds, even if you're thinking it really really hard.
Instead you let silence fall. Still squatting you let your gaze drift across the water, taking in the moonlight as is bounces on the waves. "Beautiful, ain't it?" you remark at last, glancing sidelong at him. "Dunno why anyone'd leave, knowin' all this is here. Gods know I never will."
you're a king and i'm a lionheart
ZEPH
