he stands before the leader ; smiling softly. he picks at the gentle latex around his gloves, grey eyes unable to meet those of the man before him. ( oh, how sweet it is to have admiration for someone ! ) he hears the other speak, eyes stuck to the flame of the bonfire in front of him. ' you have a nice speaking voice, ' aesop mentions off-handedly. ' i understand why people would want to be under your supervision. '
AND SUDDENLY, THE WORLD FALLS SILENT. The words that leave his lips stamper, voice shaken ; heart rate — increased. There has always been thought that he didn’t deserve the role of “ leader “. Others, much bolder and held much more experience. Dwight was one of the first survivors who was tossed into the Entity’s sick game, having to take the role of leader ( nervous, non the less, but still the only one to call the orders ). Now, with individuals such as Bill and Tapp to enter, they could easily call the shots.
They don’t. They all continue to listen ------ Aesop continues to listen. And how his words shake Dwight to his very core. Simple words, a mere two sentences, and Dwight becomes a fumbling mess ( focus ! don’t over think it ! ).
Fingertips find home on the black tie, tugging at the thick fabric. Eyes dance from the outline glow on Aesop ( soft &. gentle, how he saw the other to be ), and onto the dirt below his feet. Clearing his throat, Dwight finally manages to find his speech.
❝ What ? I --- I uh, no. No, that can’t be it. ❞
And yet, a smile curls on his face, wide from his flattery. Cheeks grow rosy, heat inching to his ears. There was no way of hiding it ( won’t be long til someone calls him out. a crush ! )
❝ Thank you, though. I --- I, uh, I really never noticed. ❞
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