Jul 10, 2024 15:54:40 GMT -5
Post by Hunter Jaxon-Quinzell on Jul 10, 2024 15:54:40 GMT -5
He could not argue that logic as he shrugged and watched but he still backed up. "I'm always careful," he said. This was a lot of power he just knew it and the truth was that he expected Daphne to leave him there and take the book but she took a seat. All this intimate alone time was starting to get to him but in good ways as he was learning to listen and think before jumping but he still did love to jump. "I'm not going to break it." He said. "Come on have just a smidge more faith in me than that won't ya?"
He'd paint the world if he could but in a happier time because sometimes times were not happy and you just needed something that made you that. He made his way around and sat up against Daphne so that their backs were touching. "I can't break it, as much as you have been using it and what you have felt breaking it would be like breaking you and I," he didn't feel like he wanted to do that anymore but it was scary too. "Look if you need or want me to do something just ask me because if you don't and I find out then you see that makes you no better than my mother and I am hoping, I am hoping that you can trust what my response will be enough to ask and not deceive."
Though in the end he would understand, he just wanted trust. He knew he had not earned it but sometimes you had to leap, the only thing he guess he did take from his father. "Delicate pages Daphne, in the book," he said because he felt she was going to need it. "Lightweight, but sharp." He now put the paintbrush back behind his ear. "Can I have my jars now? I mean I gave you something and something for something is fair."
Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon
He'd paint the world if he could but in a happier time because sometimes times were not happy and you just needed something that made you that. He made his way around and sat up against Daphne so that their backs were touching. "I can't break it, as much as you have been using it and what you have felt breaking it would be like breaking you and I," he didn't feel like he wanted to do that anymore but it was scary too. "Look if you need or want me to do something just ask me because if you don't and I find out then you see that makes you no better than my mother and I am hoping, I am hoping that you can trust what my response will be enough to ask and not deceive."
Though in the end he would understand, he just wanted trust. He knew he had not earned it but sometimes you had to leap, the only thing he guess he did take from his father. "Delicate pages Daphne, in the book," he said because he felt she was going to need it. "Lightweight, but sharp." He now put the paintbrush back behind his ear. "Can I have my jars now? I mean I gave you something and something for something is fair."
Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon