02-19-2019, 02:45 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: black; line-height: 22px;"]☁ hope was the entire reason hayley had come to flintlock.
not the idea of hope, the feeling. rather, hope the living thing, the two month old baby currently fast asleep in her crib at the lodge. hayley had been five months pregnant when she'd arrived there, underweight and exhausted, desperate to find a place that might provide safety. but it was more than that. hayley hadn't only wanted a place to spent the rest of her pregnancy, but the rest of her life. somewhere safe for her then unborn daughter, a place where hope could learn to talk and walk and read. hayley had spent her entire life just surviving, and she didn't want that for hope. she wanted her to have a place where she could live.
and when she'd arrived there, it had been a husk of the group it once had been. just her, brendan, and damian. over time, it had grown, it was plenty populated these days, but never had she imagined what the building, the mountain, would become to her. she never would have guessed she'd lead it, or that it would really last like she'd so often fantasized, nor would she have imagined that she'd be trying on wedding dresses and wearing a ring on her left hand. but she was perfectly happy with her life, despite the forever looming threat of the badlands, and the unspoken dangers of the mountain.
she was moving slowly, trudging along through the snow with jackson behind her, the two talking quietly about... well, that didn't matter. the important part was the stupid grin on jackson's face, and the small smile and quirk of her brow hayley wore. but when she spotted brendan peering over a body, her chest tightened, and her eyes widened. ❝shit.❞ she mumbled, and broke into a run, heading towards the downed body and brendan, jackson close behind her.
❝what happened?❞ she asked, eyes wide, once she reached the pair, before dropping to a kneel beside the form, removing the glove from her left hand, the metal of her engagement ring warm from her pocket, and pressed her hand against their cheek to try to gauge their body temperature, concern visible in her hazel gaze.
not the idea of hope, the feeling. rather, hope the living thing, the two month old baby currently fast asleep in her crib at the lodge. hayley had been five months pregnant when she'd arrived there, underweight and exhausted, desperate to find a place that might provide safety. but it was more than that. hayley hadn't only wanted a place to spent the rest of her pregnancy, but the rest of her life. somewhere safe for her then unborn daughter, a place where hope could learn to talk and walk and read. hayley had spent her entire life just surviving, and she didn't want that for hope. she wanted her to have a place where she could live.
and when she'd arrived there, it had been a husk of the group it once had been. just her, brendan, and damian. over time, it had grown, it was plenty populated these days, but never had she imagined what the building, the mountain, would become to her. she never would have guessed she'd lead it, or that it would really last like she'd so often fantasized, nor would she have imagined that she'd be trying on wedding dresses and wearing a ring on her left hand. but she was perfectly happy with her life, despite the forever looming threat of the badlands, and the unspoken dangers of the mountain.
she was moving slowly, trudging along through the snow with jackson behind her, the two talking quietly about... well, that didn't matter. the important part was the stupid grin on jackson's face, and the small smile and quirk of her brow hayley wore. but when she spotted brendan peering over a body, her chest tightened, and her eyes widened. ❝shit.❞ she mumbled, and broke into a run, heading towards the downed body and brendan, jackson close behind her.
❝what happened?❞ she asked, eyes wide, once she reached the pair, before dropping to a kneel beside the form, removing the glove from her left hand, the metal of her engagement ring warm from her pocket, and pressed her hand against their cheek to try to gauge their body temperature, concern visible in her hazel gaze.
[b][i]make your girlfriend mad tight, [color=#4A272E]might seduce your dad type