LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
”You’ll have to tell me about it sometime. I keep hearing about this mysterious Order and I can’t say I’m not curious. Maybe I’ll have to owe you something for it.” So many things he’s curious about but right now he’s more curious about her and what she needs help with and her dragon. Her grin makes him laugh, a faint red blossoming across his cheeks. This feels good. He’s not going to let her get under his skin, not at all.
His thumb lightly brushes across her knuckles as they shake hands, ”That’s typically my goal.” Another wink before he’s getting huffed at by the little dragon. He drops her hand, holding his up with a slight laugh. ”Sorry mate, didn’t mean to offend. I’ll have to bake you up something tasty as a sorry.” He doesn’t even know what a dragon eats but he can figure something out. Maybe they like spice? Or sweets? The man watches the dragon flit away before looking back just in time to catch her looking him over.
”Aren’t you supposed to go first? You’re the one that needs help” He tilts his head, shaggy hair falling just a tad into his eyes. He runs his hand through his hair to alleviate it, ”But I suppose I’d be willing to do just about anything for a drink. Haven’t gotten a chance to go bar hopping yet.” It’s true. He’s been a good little soldier boy up until today. It’s kind of his first day off and he had nothing better to do.
”So what did you need help with? I’ve got plenty of talents.”
His thumb lightly brushes across her knuckles as they shake hands, ”That’s typically my goal.” Another wink before he’s getting huffed at by the little dragon. He drops her hand, holding his up with a slight laugh. ”Sorry mate, didn’t mean to offend. I’ll have to bake you up something tasty as a sorry.” He doesn’t even know what a dragon eats but he can figure something out. Maybe they like spice? Or sweets? The man watches the dragon flit away before looking back just in time to catch her looking him over.
”Aren’t you supposed to go first? You’re the one that needs help” He tilts his head, shaggy hair falling just a tad into his eyes. He runs his hand through his hair to alleviate it, ”But I suppose I’d be willing to do just about anything for a drink. Haven’t gotten a chance to go bar hopping yet.” It’s true. He’s been a good little soldier boy up until today. It’s kind of his first day off and he had nothing better to do.
”So what did you need help with? I’ve got plenty of talents.”
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
