WIND FAVOURED.

Shame washes over her and she wonders how pathetically childish and infantile she must look. Her mother raised her better than this, though it’s not like her watchful, gentle guidance is present on the journey. And maybe that explains her lack of obedience, freedom is wonderful but without parental supervision — she feels like a new born pokemon hatched from their egg. Falkner’s face is adamantly avoided, not ready to face his disappointment.

Cheeks flush at a horrid speed and her hat drops down. “… I took some apricorns from a public park.” She mumbles.

‘ That isn’t enough to instigate an arrest. ’   Jail is a petty punishment in comparison to her self-inflicted penance. Her heart is truly too big for her body, he muses dryly, and it is oftentimes a burden not even she can shoulder, victim to a kindness unbeknown to mankind before her. She dodges his gaze and perhaps it is for the best; he is not so soft as to hold her hands and reassure, but he’s long accepted there is something about her that makes him, perhaps, more lenient than he’d like. 

She shuffles. Eyes carefully avoid his ( or the one visible ) and she pretends to be busy thinking but it’s game for naught. At the most, a few seconds have been granted for survival and giving up on those will mean failure. An echo calls out to her, telling her to confess and get everything over soon. Usually, she listens to her consciousness—she should have that moment, her mistake must have been so obvious and apologies will never cover it!

“I… I don’t want to go to jail!” She blurts out.

@skysoars

The first red flag is the distance she keeps --- he’s become ( gradually, and with effort, effort, effort ) accustomed to her lingering touches and the closeness she’s so fond of, invading his space with unexpected hugs. The second warning is the avoidant eyes, the withdrawn attitude. Lyra was a terrible liar, and Falkner an awful enabler. If you had something to say, he thinks, then you should go ahead and come clean. He fixes her with a scrutinizing gaze. 

@skysoars.

      “i hope i wasn’t interrupting.”  gaze is careful and quiet, expression near listless, but there is a lingering politeness that conveys his emotions well enough to show he’s sincere. it was unlike him to visit gyms after he had already taken advantage of them once, but —– was there any crime in wishing to return back to said places? while silver hadn’t intended on walking in when the man was speaking to someone  ( an older woman, someone who brought up a familiar word: FATHER. )  he remained silent until the woman left and the leader’s gaze focused on him at last.  “… your father is also a bird trainer?”

            ‘ You are... ’   A pause ( comprehension; remembrance ) and a light wave of the hand, an unspoken dismissal of Silver’s worries. He is bound by duty but equally attentive of the words of those who stepped foot in his gym, after all. Turning to face his unexpected guest, Falkner hums.

             ‘ Lyra — ! ’