That bastard would keep showin’ up like a bad penny.
He obviously wasn’t finished with royally fucking up
her life, so why stop now?
Still, she wouldn’t look in his direction. she couldn’t
bring herself to do so. Throughout the years, Sarah
had gone through several emotions towards her
pursuer. First it was rage, blind and inconsolable.
At that point, she didn’t care about her own injury.
She had let it bleed out, her chest weeping sanguine tears.
Next, it was vengeance. For near a decade, her heart
was set on besting him. And after even that failed,
grief came crawling in. She had never allowed herself
to cry out, to grieve. The bounty hunter never told anyone
about the incident, never let anyone see her scars.
Fifteen years, she carried the burden.
Arching a brow, Graves knows better than to suspect her
of anything conniving. Not at this point. Not when she sat in
her own grief... pained, overcame. Clicking his tongue, he’s
in for a long night, he’s known since the moment he’d gone
and stepped foot into her quarters.
“ At this point, I’m pretty sure y’
can go ‘n tell me anythin’, Cap’n. ”
Graves moves around in Fortune’s quarters, finding himself
a nice spot to rest his body. Against the wall, on the floor, or
even just a plain ‘ol seat. It didn’t matter, not to the outlaw.
What mattered? Well, let’s see, how about his comfort? He
might as well be, especially after the feeling he was getting.
‘ Alright, there we go... ’
“ Now, what’s it that y’have t’ tell me? ”
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