@abracafockyou spun:
"Pardon me, ma'am." Graves approached like a slow, rolling thunder over the sea. "I can't help but notice the heavy burdens anchored to your soul, and they're not just your own."
* Unprompted // Always Accepting
Molly perked straight as she heard the smooth tones of the gentleman approaching her, his demeanor and presence being one that seemed to spark a rather alert attention.
Looking up upon the other, who forecast over her like a dark cloud encompassing the sky, her lashes give a rapid flutter. Listening to him speak with words that felt more like a knife being plunged right into her chest. A fine little ‘hello’ isn’t it?
Of course, such observations can be hazard by people she knew, but, not complete strangers.
Though, there was certainly something more to this man that was rather well read before he even spoke.
Molly felt almost... Defensive.
An upper arm curled up against her chest as she pivots her hip in the opposite direction of him. “Ratha’ presumptuous you ta’ say, if I may bluntly say ... I’m sorry, who are you?”