he should have feared more than paper creases, greasy finger prints, and lost bits of evidence that were as fragile as the little tendons that connected the smallest parts of the body. he should have wondered what she wanted with the information that could only be bits and pieces with a skimming glance like hers.
should have, could have, would have.
never should have let her into his truck.
could have avoided the mess of her if only her mouth didn’t gleam like honey when she took a hit off his bottle of liquor.
would have lived a life just as good without her leaving notes in places just for him to find, as if she were always one step ahead and too quick to catch up with.
and now she’s here making demands, quick and sharp like a dagger tongued girl does, then nothing. just his folder handed back and her gaze lingering on his mouth as if she is daring him to ask.
go on, ask.
“i’ll take a please, to go with it.”
sigyn is small but quick. he weaves right and she cuts him off. he weaves left and she’s already there, waiting, waiting, waiting.
@cohleric
