@brothaende
when beau approaches caleb, she does so akin to a bull in a china shop: with a sigh that’s more of a groan, she all but drops herself into the chair, two of its legs lifting up with the momentum, her elbow over the back and feet wide and, really, anything but proper.
then she stares at him, measuring, challenging, blue eyes narrowed.
then she opens her mouth. stops. sigh-groans again, jaw stiff.











