Walk in the Woods

Sorrel followed him (given that he was sure he was giving off an air of confidence and assured knowledge, this was not a surprise) and Adam turned to smile at her as he walked, really taking her in. She was about the same age as him, he supposed, looked to be dressed nicely. Though he supposed that didn't have to mean anything, if she came from an entirely different world; maybe for her he was wearing the garb of a king and she was wearing the fantasy equivalent of a potato sack. As soon as he was asked for an introduction, one of his favourite things to give, Adam's smile became a full grin. "Well. You can tell them you were goddamn lucky enough to meet Adam Goddamn Pikely, best highwayman, thief, general dashing rogue...and oh. Handsomest lover you'll ever know." This last sentence was punctuated with a hand going under his chin, pointer finger and thumb framing his jaw. "And when I tell them who I rescued from certain death, who should I tell them about?" He turned the question back to her, then looked up at the trees and seemed to make some kind of decision, suddenly making a sharp right turn. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave