Nov 17, 2018
( @rorydouris )
the spirit had brought his hand to hover over thick wood, mimicking the way he’d seen the scout knock ; he was to make contact with his knuckles. this was polite, apparently. before he’d the chance to, however, the door had opened. and cole froze. light blues dropping in brief thought interrupted by an overwhelming amount of warmth --- to the point of softening cole’s own features. like a fireplace, she emitted a soft, comforting light. he stood in his place but had to lean towards her slightly, drawn in. “ ...sorry. ” he apologized a moment after, having no good explanation as to why he would be knocking on her door except that he was curious.