04-01-2020, 11:44 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4; color: #333; word-spacing: 1px;"]telling horror stories around the campfire wasn't something cassian thought he'd be into , but when odessa started to tell her story , he couldn't help but be enraptured by the story itself , but also the way she told it . maybe it shouldn't have made him so giddy , but the short amount of time he'd been in flintlock , he hadn't really gotten to know the girl much , and she seemed the quieter sort . watching her get so into telling her story was so cute , even if the story was one of the horror genre .
the ending of the story made him smile brightly . a cliffhanger that wasn't really a cliffhanger , but left something to be thought about by the reader or listener — it was his favorite kind of story ending . plus , who could be mad at the ending when odessa had told it so well ?
his smile softened when odessa leaned more into the fire .
" you did more than alright . that was a great story , and you told it so well ! " he resisted the urge to scoot closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder , like a proud , comforting dad would have — like his own dad would have , to him .
he didn't say anything more , not wanting to tell a story himself . he wasn't a terrible story - teller ( and even loved to tell stories ) , but thriller tales of horror weren't really his thing . so , he gave odessa another kind smile , and waited for the next person to tell another story — and readied himself to comfort anyone , if he needed to .
the ending of the story made him smile brightly . a cliffhanger that wasn't really a cliffhanger , but left something to be thought about by the reader or listener — it was his favorite kind of story ending . plus , who could be mad at the ending when odessa had told it so well ?
his smile softened when odessa leaned more into the fire .
" you did more than alright . that was a great story , and you told it so well ! " he resisted the urge to scoot closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder , like a proud , comforting dad would have — like his own dad would have , to him .
he didn't say anything more , not wanting to tell a story himself . he wasn't a terrible story - teller ( and even loved to tell stories ) , but thriller tales of horror weren't really his thing . so , he gave odessa another kind smile , and waited for the next person to tell another story — and readied himself to comfort anyone , if he needed to .