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little hawk & santiago fuentes in colter
stlucy·:
LUCY DOESN’T MEAN TO EYE HIM WITH SUSPICION , for all she knows it could be taken as an insult . he shakes her hand like she’s given no offence at least , that is good . her nerves are in plain view , her head is cocked to the side like she’s trying to find the truth in his face .
❝ forgive me , little hawk , i do not know how to behave this far from home . i am sure you know exactly when you are in need of assistance . ❞ she dips her head , her expression goes meek and apologetic as her hand falls back to her side . ❝ i certainly could not go riding by myself with all this about — ❞ lucy gestures to the meadow on either side and the mountains looming just beyond . ❝ so much to see , they would never find me . ❞
SOMETIMES HE BARELY KNOWS HOW TO BEHAVE HIMSELF . his home is someone else’s now , and its a world so out of touch with his own that its almost hard to comprehend . still , he adapts as much as he can & when he releases her hand he moves it over his shoulder to investigate the wounds on his back . FOR A MOMENT HE’S DISTRACTED BY IT . he tests out the pain & looks to the blood on his fingertips before he wipes it off .
for a moment he looks to her in silence , as if contemplating . it’s slow , but a thoughtful smile crosses his expression as he follows her gaze towards the mountains . the open space between it and them covered in grass and wildflowers , and somewhere in the distance he could make out deer grazing near a small lake . “ would you like to see one of my favourite places ? “
SOFT ANGST STARTERS.
‘stay for me.’
‘what’s this between us?’
‘i don’t want your apology.’
‘you know i have feelings for you.’
‘yeah, i remember the drill.’
‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’
‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’
‘i don’t believe it.’
‘this is breaking my heart.’
‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’
‘what keeps you up at night?’
‘i wish you were here.’
‘i let you down.’
‘something strange happened here.’
‘you’re not safe here.’
‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’
‘we are not the same, and never will be.’
‘don’t touch me.’
‘is it my fault?’
‘i’m not like them.’
‘i forgot my name again.’
‘i don’t know who i am.’
‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’
‘are you still alive?’
‘i don’t like being told what to do.’
‘am i making you uncomfortable?’
‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’
‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’
‘where the hell are my friends?’
‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’
stlucy·:
SHE’S THANKFUL THAT HE DID NOT ASK FOR HER HELP . lucy is miserable with horses , though they are truly stunning creatures . the boy knows what he’s doing . ❝ he is very lucky to have so understanding a friend , then . ❞
but any hope he had of her leaving him be dies with the admittance that he is hurt . her eyes are blue as water , she sees the dirt at his back , now .
❝ my god , i was worried you would say that . is anything broken ? i would not wish to intrude , but falling from a horse is never easy to walk away from . ❞ she extends a gloved hand as a show of goodwill . ❝ my name is rose , rose waits . please , i only want to know that you are all right . ❞
HE DOESN’T EXPECT HER TO BE SO WORRIED ABOUT HIM . it’s not often people would care about his injuries in this kind of place , plus they don’t even know each other . when he looks upon her it is at first with a cautious eye ---- at least until he sees her extended hand and the genuine honesty of her words . only an ounce of hesitance remains as he takes her hand , HIS GRIP HIS DELICATE .
“ nothing is broken . “ he tells her with a confidence that betrays the lightness of the way he holds her hand . he can easily take care of his own injuries , whether they are difficult to reach or not . " i will be okay , thank you , rose waits . you can call me little hawk , but it’s nice to meet you . you needn’t worry about me . “
“ YOU NEED A HAND ? “ he’s not a cook , anyone in the gang knows this . NOBODY WOULD HESITATE TO TELL HIM SO . but there’s something about sitting around watching someone do something for you that just makes him feel a little out of place . HE HAS TO AT LEAST OFFER .
“ i could get you some of them herbs you like ... or somethin’ ? “ he practically hovers over the pot , casting a shadow as he blocks the sun . @desjardins
stlucy·:
THE CARRIAGE DOOR OPENS NEAR - HESITANTLY . lucy feels the heat so intensely here , the fresh air is welcome but hardly the reason for her stepping out . her boots sink into the soft , dirt road , she recoils at the sight of a furious horse bucking wildly in the road .
❝ you may own the horse but nevertheless , he will do as he pleases . ❞ she can’t help her breathless laugh , america is so unlike her london . ❝ you needn’t apologize . did something happen — ❞
but a thought occurs to her . she looks to the boy with alarm and concern . ❝ oh , dear , did he throw you — are you hurt ? ❞
HE OFFERS A SMALL LAUGH , there’s a smile that tugs at his lips at her words . THERE’S TRUTH IN THEM THAT HE CAN’T DENY . his hand finally settles on the animal’s strong neck , rough fingertips thread through his thick black hair . kohana settles himself with heavy breaths until he starts to stabilise . “ he’s a friend to me , he can do whatever he likes whenever he likes . “
he’s only scuffed a little ; his back dirtied by dust and earth . he can feel a cut or two on his shoulders but it’s something he’ll survive . IT’S NOT AS THOUGH ITS THE FIRST TIME HE’S BEEN THROWN , & HE DOUBTS IT WILL BE THE LAST EITHER . the horse is of a flighty spirit ; a quick steed but would leave little hawk behind just the same as he would the wind . “ only bruised . something scared him , but i didn’t see what . “
“ LOOK , LADY , “ he’s never much been the talking type ---- and at night he often spends his time with a drink and his own company . he likes it that way . SOMETIMES , YOU MAY EVEN SPOT HIM WITH A BOOK IN HIS LAP . even the gang has to wonder where he’s run off to sometimes , always leaving without WARNING . its just the peace & quiet that he craves .
“ this better be important ‘cus i’m kinda busy . “ @gorgns
THE HORSE IS AN EASILY STARTLED ANIMAL , the way he dances and rears on his hind legs is sad to watch . there’s a hint of desperation shining in the boy’s eye as he tries to calm his horse , hands held outwards as he shushes the magnificent beast . THE WAY THE HORSE HAS STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD IS INCONVENIENT AT BEST . the carriage that he’s holding up is a sharp thought in the back of his mind .
“ he’s not usually like this ... “ he states absently to the woman who wanders up to his side . “ i’m sorry for this . “ @stlucy
im not gonna write tonight because its like 1:30am and i havent got pages up yet but if youd like a starter you can like this post and i’ll do it tomorrow! if you have a muse preference just leave a comment uwu
im not gonna write tonight because its like 1:30am and i havent got pages up yet but if youd like a starter you can like this post and i’ll do it tomorrow! if you have a muse preference just leave a comment uwu