His Ma had always taught him to be upright whereas his Da’ showed him the ways he should avoid. His mother was sweet, not too bright, but she had a way with her hands that made little intricate crochet patterns that they’d sell to earn a few more silvers. Even after shit hit the fan and he landed in the Coterie, he’d always mind his manners. He was a lad, but then no-one had caught his eye, or had caused his heart to thud hard against his ribs before her. He was enthralled by her from that moment.
Their conversations had gotten longer over time. He was able to manage a question or two, before either the lads, or someone else peeled her attention elsewhere, needing something from her. He never really paid attention to the conversations around him, always flickering over to check-in, pass a word or two along, reminding the boys to tip her well. Even from a near silent distance he’d been gently doting on her.
This was a lot further than a conversation though. Alone, in the Big room, with nigh but a thin screen between them. Pausing at the screen, his hand still held on to his side of the overhanging shirt, listening to the laps of water hitting the edges. The tension in his body relaxed as she finally acquiesced to his plan so far. Colt returned to the table, taking in the various treats she’d brought up with her, knowing some of it would be scarce and expensive to replace.
[color=#c10300]“Stargazin’.” [/color]He’d repeat, picking up the bread to slice a few pieces. He’d pause just before cutting, [color=#c10300]“We can sit and have a drink… maybe gibber.. ‘Fraid I don’t know many of their proper names, but I can tell you which ones lead where.” [/color]His hands word with muscle memory, buttering one piece of bread while the other picked through the cheese to add. Bless her, she even had pickles. Fuck. That gave him pause, that small tiny detail being remembered caused his gaze to shift towards the screen. Unaware she could maybe see him, the usual furrow in his brow smoothed out, the smallest laugh escaped and after a moment Colt shook it off. It was just a damn pickle afterall.
Fixing his sandwich, Colt had just taken a bite when she dropped the nugget about his face and her… well her seat. He choked in surprise, a piece of cheese and pickle lodged itself in his throat for a long few seconds before being eventually cleared. [color=#c10300]“Maker, you sure have good fuckin’ timing, Mina,”[/color] he’d cough, spluttering in between. He’d soon laugh, though a tad hoarsely, hand reaching to take a sip of the bottle she’d brought.[color=#c10300] “Near killed me.”[/color]
Listening to her ramble all on though, had him chuckling, realising she was suddenly nervous with the lack of usual activity with being in the ‘big’ room. Turning back to the food, Colt shook his head, his voice returned to its usual honest, low baritone. [color=#c10300]“Don’t. I like hearing you talk just...”[/color] fuck how did he put it. [color=#c10300]“Cuddles is.. All I got. At the minute anyway.”[/color] Maybe forever, but he’d be straight with her.
Their conversations had gotten longer over time. He was able to manage a question or two, before either the lads, or someone else peeled her attention elsewhere, needing something from her. He never really paid attention to the conversations around him, always flickering over to check-in, pass a word or two along, reminding the boys to tip her well. Even from a near silent distance he’d been gently doting on her.
This was a lot further than a conversation though. Alone, in the Big room, with nigh but a thin screen between them. Pausing at the screen, his hand still held on to his side of the overhanging shirt, listening to the laps of water hitting the edges. The tension in his body relaxed as she finally acquiesced to his plan so far. Colt returned to the table, taking in the various treats she’d brought up with her, knowing some of it would be scarce and expensive to replace.
[color=#c10300]“Stargazin’.” [/color]He’d repeat, picking up the bread to slice a few pieces. He’d pause just before cutting, [color=#c10300]“We can sit and have a drink… maybe gibber.. ‘Fraid I don’t know many of their proper names, but I can tell you which ones lead where.” [/color]His hands word with muscle memory, buttering one piece of bread while the other picked through the cheese to add. Bless her, she even had pickles. Fuck. That gave him pause, that small tiny detail being remembered caused his gaze to shift towards the screen. Unaware she could maybe see him, the usual furrow in his brow smoothed out, the smallest laugh escaped and after a moment Colt shook it off. It was just a damn pickle afterall.
Fixing his sandwich, Colt had just taken a bite when she dropped the nugget about his face and her… well her seat. He choked in surprise, a piece of cheese and pickle lodged itself in his throat for a long few seconds before being eventually cleared. [color=#c10300]“Maker, you sure have good fuckin’ timing, Mina,”[/color] he’d cough, spluttering in between. He’d soon laugh, though a tad hoarsely, hand reaching to take a sip of the bottle she’d brought.[color=#c10300] “Near killed me.”[/color]
Listening to her ramble all on though, had him chuckling, realising she was suddenly nervous with the lack of usual activity with being in the ‘big’ room. Turning back to the food, Colt shook his head, his voice returned to its usual honest, low baritone. [color=#c10300]“Don’t. I like hearing you talk just...”[/color] fuck how did he put it. [color=#c10300]“Cuddles is.. All I got. At the minute anyway.”[/color] Maybe forever, but he’d be straight with her.
02-13-2024, 07:55 PM
