the sigh he breathes through his nose is almost inaudible . the man’s comment brushes over him like a breeze , barely acknowledged , if but for the slight dishevelment that it causes to his decorum . one hand is fitted snugly against his hip , HE ALMOST DOESN’T PAY THE BELMONT ANY HEED . if it wasn’t for his retort one might even say he was ignoring the hunter . he doesn’t spare him a glance , keeping golden gaze focused on the pages that are spread out in front of him .
` your book collection is almost as bygone as your wit , belmont . ` @spendourlives
