05-16-2021, 09:21 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— Colt could see Drew's doubt and pensiveness shift into something more akin to anger as he spoke - and it came as a bit of a shock. He blinked a few times; he'd expected her to understand, to trust him. After all, they were friends, weren't they? Ironically, he really did want her to trust him, even though he knew that he had been lying through his teeth to her and hiding things from her this entire time - like all of the Flintlockers.
"You can't just tell me what to do." He scoffed, frowning. "No, Drew, I'm not trying to-" He reached out, but she kept going. And as she spoke, it clicked within Colt. These feelings that he'd been having for Drew, the ones he couldn't exactly pinpoint, the ones that he was unsure about, the ones that made him want to be vulnerable around her - when vulnerability wasn't a word that had existed in his vocabulary before - this was his chance to get rid of them. If he could get her to just leave, then there would be no feelings, no fear, and no guilt. It was simple. Fool-proof.
He narrowed his brows, taking a step backward. "You really don't think that if I could explain this to you, I would?" he would ask, an edge to this voice. "You just have to understand that this is important, and... well, and trust me that everything will work out just fine if you do what I ask." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Haven't I shown that you can trust me? What did I do to you?"
"You can't just tell me what to do." He scoffed, frowning. "No, Drew, I'm not trying to-" He reached out, but she kept going. And as she spoke, it clicked within Colt. These feelings that he'd been having for Drew, the ones he couldn't exactly pinpoint, the ones that he was unsure about, the ones that made him want to be vulnerable around her - when vulnerability wasn't a word that had existed in his vocabulary before - this was his chance to get rid of them. If he could get her to just leave, then there would be no feelings, no fear, and no guilt. It was simple. Fool-proof.
He narrowed his brows, taking a step backward. "You really don't think that if I could explain this to you, I would?" he would ask, an edge to this voice. "You just have to understand that this is important, and... well, and trust me that everything will work out just fine if you do what I ask." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Haven't I shown that you can trust me? What did I do to you?"
━━━━━━━ THE BOY WHO FELL INTO THE SKY
HAD NO ONE THERE TO WATCH HIM CRY *:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧