With one hand cupped protectively around the end of the cigarette, the other
snapping the lighter into flickering flame, Sebastian kept his eyes on the pretty
blonde across the way as an array of shadows danced across his countenance;
the night seeming to protest the incandescent intrusion until the tobacco flared
steadily into life, achieving a momentary still that captured the man’s features,
albeit briefly, in a demonic fire-like glow. Intent hues kept track beneath hooded
lids as that kindling flame fell slowly away; the dark, coldly shadowed, veil of night
closing in once again as a small stream of smoke tarried for a moment, caught in
the vacuum of a briefly held breath, before being carried off on the breeze as he
allowed the cigarette to fall from his lips; caught between two fingers and already
banishing ash to the tarmac below.
Upon his arrival at this place it hadn’t taken him long to work his way to the top
—or close enough—the group he’d arrived with having long since realised, and
realised fast, that he was, by far, their best chance for survival. He was someone
whom they could trust, or so they believed; a protector, skilled marksman, obviously
trained in combat, determined, and seemingly fearless. Someone who, by many an
action, had proven his invaluable worth. He had been the one, after all, to lead them
to safe haven; and for that his praises had been ardently sung. For that, he’d earned
his first foot on the hierarchical ladder that forms in any group; and beyond this his
skills had proven just as invaluable to the safe-zone community at large. He was
now one of the snipers employed, by turns, to patrol the walls of the haven at night,
a particularly keen eye and skilled gunman being required during the hours of
darkness, and his aim had been deemed perfection seeing as he’d never once
missed a shot. As well as this he was one of the chosen, and willing, few who
would leave the sanctity of those walls, on occasion, to run the dangerous errand
of harvesting in fresh supplies.
Right now, however, he was taking a break, and very much enjoying the view;
a gentle push away from the wall he’d been leaning against now sending him off on
a casual journey that would see him cross a small expanse of open courtyard (deserted
save for himself), before entering the storage facility where the girl he’d been watching
appeared to be equally alone. The last thing he’d expected, however, was the collision,
although it did give him reason to pause for a moment, taking in, not only her flustered
demeanour, her vexed tone of voice, but the backpack; obviously filled to capacity with
supplies.
“——’Scuse you, sweetheart.”
Blue eyes swept, once again, over the top of the pack before doing a quick
round of the area behind her; the interior of the facility silent and indeed free of
anyone else, which pleased him no end as his gaze sailed back to hers. “Gathering
in a late night carry-out, huh? … Whereabouts you located? I’ll give you a hand back
with that if y’like?”
his words--hell, his presence--saw the immediate tightening of her jaw, the
the pinkish hue infecting the planes of her cheeks being coupled with an almost
shameful dipping of her blonde head. course, she was one of the few residents
of the haven with little to be shameful of (at least in her own eyes); her newfound
company... well, of him she wasn't quite so convinced. sure, the logic of why he
was so readily placed onto his pedestal made sense to a degree--she'd heard of
his aim, of his godforsaken 'fearlessness' that she'd be damned to believe that
anybody possessed in the days of the new world--though still, the popularity
of guy hadn't resonated with her quite in the way it had with so many of their
fellow inhabitants. but while that dislike was playing ardently across her features,
it was yet still overshadowed with the presiding sense of worry knotting in her
chest; polite or no, even in the days before corpses walked, maria knew
above many that had a tendency to mean little; careful, calculated consideration
being taken before she permitted her following words. and all the while, that
flush remained.
“---- shouldn't you be on guard, right now?”
while it was a minor action at most, a gulp journeyed down the column of her
throat, a contradictory defiance being illustrated in the hardness of her blue gaze.
be his apparent, relative kindness real or not, he was in a position to tell the exact
people she didn't want knowing of her leave that she was breaking one of the
most pivotal rules of the haven; careful footing was a must. course, care of that
regard was far from something that came easy to the girl: unparalleled pride,
and all. the only factor of the situation that she could see weighing in her favour
was that he'd seemingly allocated himself something of a break (a break which
maria had the enraging suspicion had been spent with his gaze her way).
there was nobody on his post.
“ ... it's not for me. one of the kids in my block isn't feelin' too good. i
only came out here because--because there's a rumor goin' around
that one of th' walls is startin' to cave. ” her gaze was tentative as it
remained on his; she wondered if he believed her lie. “ ... do you think
you could show me? ”
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