ce qu'elle me lance de vie

Denver Mathis · 11-26-2011, 08:52 PM

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Denver was not oblivious to Magnolia's affections; that night had caught him off guard, but now he stopped to consider it. He'd had little success in relationships in the past, and had truly valued few of those. This one, though, had come naturally. Like Liliya had said, it was a small world. Maggie had become a consistent person in his life, something that he hadn't had since he'd lived at home. Those thoughts still troubled him, and together with the confusion of the present Denver's head throbbed. Rolling his eyes and sighing heavily, his hands drew tight around the thick rope lasso he carried. Things had been awkward since their heated, drunken encounter, but Denver couldn't say he regretted it. Still, a dull nervousness seated itself in his chest as he approached the familiar tree, speeding up into a jog once the tree was in his sight.

Even now when he neared, she didn't look at him. He was ready, of course; this was what he'd come for. He hoisted the lasso over his shoulder and nodded. "Mmhm," he mumbled in agreement as he took off beside her. They had a job to do here today, and with his improved rank Denver was trying dutifully to impress the leadership. Salsola's borders were familiar now; just as barren today as most others. Stray wolves didn't often wander this way. "How've y'been? You've been awful quiet..." Denver started finally, pale eyes staring around thoroughly for a moment as they moved. If she didn't want to talk, then neither would he; but what a boring trip it would be. A twig snapped and his head turned, but he saw nothing.

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