10-13-2019, 03:03 AM
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hayley was wary, distrustful, of everything and anyone that was not her own. her family, her people, her home; that was all she could trust anymore. perhaps the paranoia was unjust, perhaps she didn't have any more reason than the next person, but distrust was in her nature. when things went bump in the night, she pulled out her gun, but when they went bump or thud or thump in the day, she went for the kill then, too. trust was how you got killed, how your family got killed. she'd lost her husband, she'd nearly lost her daughter, and she was sick and fucking tired of trusting and losing. trust wasn't for the weak, it was for the stupid.
so when she saw some child tottering into the stables from her quiet crouch in the woods, dark eyes narrowed into thin golden slits, and she stood. she'd been out there looking for deer to hunt, or really any form of food, but she could intercept some thief while she was at it. he could be lost, she reminded herself, kept herself from marching in guns ablaze, but she still held her shotgun comfortably in her hands as she approached behind the other two, slipping in behind them, silent as a shadow.
of course it wasn't a child, just a... small man. a small man old enough to be her father, if he conceived her in high school. but still, she didn't lower her weapon, nor did she aim it at him. she stopped beside edmund, holding the loaded weapon in her hands, silent and peering at the man with silent, distrustful eyes.
hayley was wary, distrustful, of everything and anyone that was not her own. her family, her people, her home; that was all she could trust anymore. perhaps the paranoia was unjust, perhaps she didn't have any more reason than the next person, but distrust was in her nature. when things went bump in the night, she pulled out her gun, but when they went bump or thud or thump in the day, she went for the kill then, too. trust was how you got killed, how your family got killed. she'd lost her husband, she'd nearly lost her daughter, and she was sick and fucking tired of trusting and losing. trust wasn't for the weak, it was for the stupid.
so when she saw some child tottering into the stables from her quiet crouch in the woods, dark eyes narrowed into thin golden slits, and she stood. she'd been out there looking for deer to hunt, or really any form of food, but she could intercept some thief while she was at it. he could be lost, she reminded herself, kept herself from marching in guns ablaze, but she still held her shotgun comfortably in her hands as she approached behind the other two, slipping in behind them, silent as a shadow.
of course it wasn't a child, just a... small man. a small man old enough to be her father, if he conceived her in high school. but still, she didn't lower her weapon, nor did she aim it at him. she stopped beside edmund, holding the loaded weapon in her hands, silent and peering at the man with silent, distrustful eyes.
[b][i]make your girlfriend mad tight, [color=#4A272E]might seduce your dad type