MORTEMISMS. from x.
❛ why? ❜
he knows why, or rather, he knows why the small woman would say such a thing to him. he pretends to take no notice of her affections for him, just like the way that he pretends to take no notice of the way her brown eyes well up when he speaks, or the way that her hands twist in discomfort. he KNOWS, he’s no fool, just BRUTALLY HONEST. he pretends not to notice when he feels her gaze on him as he works, or the hopefulness in her voice when she speaks to him. oh but how he notices.
yet icy gaze flickers away from her face and eyebrows raise slightly, lips down turned in what could be called a frown, but the gesture was light enough that it looked more like a SCOWL, should his eyebrows have been more furrowed than they WERE. then the expression morphs, more so into one of confusion. frankly, he is confused. he doesn’t understand her desire to be so admired, not in the way that he requires attention, of course. ❛ it’s not like it’s IMPORTANT. ❜
