as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
i'll be there to hold your hand
You notice the young man's hand going to his pocket with a low chuckle, the crows feet at the edges of your eyes crinkling a touch. Rolling your shoulders in an easy shrug, you place your hands on your hips. "Just 'cus we ain't got a fancy queen doesn't mean we ain't civilized... in our own ways." Protectiveness of your home swells briefly in your breast; it's blown away in your next exhale. "Still, it's best to play it safe here. At least until ya learn the rules."
The quiet moment is a pleasant one, though you don't miss the way his hand continues to drift to his pocket. It's almost endearing, the poor little lamb: even if he had anything worth stealing on him, he needn't worry about you. Leaning in close to his ear you murmur in a low rumble: "Relax, Red- you ain't in any danger here. 'Sides, grabbin' at yer ass like that only draws more attention to it."
Leaving the man's personal space, you turn back to the sea until he makes a formal introduction. His hand is small in your large calloused one, pale next to your tan skin. You squeeze it firmly, meeting his blue eyes with your own piercing brown stare. "Zeph. Lowly dock worker here in Torchline." An oversimplification, but not the biggest lie you've ever told. No council position or fancy title for you.
The quiet moment is a pleasant one, though you don't miss the way his hand continues to drift to his pocket. It's almost endearing, the poor little lamb: even if he had anything worth stealing on him, he needn't worry about you. Leaning in close to his ear you murmur in a low rumble: "Relax, Red- you ain't in any danger here. 'Sides, grabbin' at yer ass like that only draws more attention to it."
Leaving the man's personal space, you turn back to the sea until he makes a formal introduction. His hand is small in your large calloused one, pale next to your tan skin. You squeeze it firmly, meeting his blue eyes with your own piercing brown stare. "Zeph. Lowly dock worker here in Torchline." An oversimplification, but not the biggest lie you've ever told. No council position or fancy title for you.
you're a king and i'm a lionheart
ZEPH
