#salemborne

‘‘I’m sure you’ve other matters to attend to, bein’ a lady n’ all... Y’all keep busy--- but a lil’ bird told me you might be able to help me.’’

Hat had been removed from atop his head, gentlemanly like talkin’ to a lady, holding it between frigidity fingers. Not so nervous--- more jittery for answers. The hunter manages a smile and he extends a hand. He’s taking the common friendly approach. It gave people a sense of trust and comfort. Made folks more willing to speak with him.

‘’The name’s Giles.’’

While his words were out of context, sudden--- they didn’t fail to make sense. Isis would certainly know what the wolf meant. He smiles at her then, warm and happy. A smile that shines his eyes. He holds the door of their campus building open for her. His last class of the day wrapped up early.

‘’Out of all the colleges and universities in the United States, all the number of doctors and professors working there, here we are.’’ he gestures at nothing psychical, but at the rare circumstances of the coincidence entirely. ‘’The education board sends me to this campus and you register for my class.’’

only black women really understand the shit you will hear from everyone in church about short dresses lmao.

He smiled as her sweet scent filled him, she always smelt so warm and welcoming. Yet, it fades when he sees her, lost in her own thoughts, working. So soft in the way she moved about--- so gentle she looked for a soul of heartache like himself. Vincent forced himself to speak, breaking the silence and grabbing her attention, ‘’Why you still look as pretty as the day I met you.’’

i thought i was the only one who constantly thinks about this