have to answer in an ask i'm sorry but tumblr won't allow me to reblog anymore ;-;
I stare in shock as I watch him make his way easily only to come back with a bottle of wine I never even noticed. How many times did he come here?How often did he pass by to hide things atound? Glancing around, my heart stops. Has he tap my home? Clearly, he could plant a bomb and I'd die not knowing any better. But something tells me death would be a kind wish.
I stumble as I prepare the wok and ingredients for the risotto, hands shaking slightly as panic settles steadily with every passing minutes. I try to ignore how he knows where even the glasses are. His hand appearing in front of me makes me jolt. Maybe wine would actually help me. I thank him softly, taking the glass and fighting the urge to gulp it down. Sipping at it, I breathe through my nose to calm down, almost chocking as his hand stroke my cheek. Looking at him, I wait for his next move, terrified to take a wrong step.
What does he want from me?
The smile returns on his face as you thank him.
He sees your eyes tipped with concern. His brows instantly furrow as he takes a sip, smile dropping.
“I promise darling, it’s nothing to be worried over, a precaution if you will. No need to be frightened.” Jeremiah steps back to get out of your way as you start dinner. “I care for your safety and I…-“ he pauses trying to find the words. “ I worry my enemies will find their way to you.”
He takes another drink, deeper this time. His eyes take note of your movements… cautious like a beaten animal. It’s normal to have those fears..he hoped to soothe instead he seemed to have only scared you more.
There’s a plan..A method to the madness I promise.
I hope I make sense…tbh I feel like im rambling
