"Will you accompany me?" Her offer is negotiable, even effortlessly refutable, referencing the variety of purchasable goods displayed on outdoor market stands. She does not mind playing keeper, finds it reminiscent of days beside adopted kin; days almost forlorn had cruel fate not permitted her one mercy: this sullen boy. Violet levels with onyx, pleas wordlessly exchanged in the passive flux of abysmal pits. Her simper something pure, maybe coy, upturned lips delicately part, "Please."
The invitation an innocent venture, coaxing him into an methodicalstare between acceptance and reassurement. A pretty question hung off her tongue...invokes likeness that once brushed against him being younger. That intangible excitement of doing something with someone you unconditionally are fond of...or love. He can stand here and witness the same harboring within her eyes. Simplistic as her wishes are--it’s reciprocated in the only way he comprehends how. A noncommittal hum escapes him sounding...a little more committed than he’s willing to admit.
❝Alright. I will.❞
His expression shifting into a sharper simper; a smirk. Its edge all bark with little bite, his shoulder and arm nudging her in an modest and offhanded interest. Aside his ‘overzealous’ facade he....is curious. She’s full of paradoxes and experiences inconceivable unto him--he has a lot to learn.
❝Where exactly, do you plan on taking me?❞
