Determined to keep ground for as long as necessary Boyd continued his quiet sentry stare as Ava moved her attention away from him and towards the interloper with the intent to maul. Words were one thing, kicked around as readily as the dust that collected on the shelf of every soldiering occupant of Harlan, but taking up arms was something wholly different. Drink bolstering his size to something where the air thinned, boot tread shuffled, knees dropped and locked he stepped directly behind Ava Crowder. Width between them a sliver of self control his reliance on her toxicity level was bordering on reckless when he came up to encircle a boa constrictor grip on her weapon of choice. Holding the Bud Light with a locked strength by the lower levels Boyd ventured into the crook of Ava’s earshot.“Ava- take it down now… we suppose to celebratin’ remember? See? All these years bein’ who you are growin up in the same mud as us.. you know— know for solid fact ain’t no use to burning the brush this early in the season…gonna get nothin’ but a nasty backdraft.” Sermon voice whispered on the notes of insects and consolidating consternation all his attentions were directed into her. Wash the world away in reason, move the conflict in a manageable way.
Window formed by his company’s contours had Boyd assess the approaching man with a sunken and shadow soaked stare. Infused with the possession of demon intent it spoke a cursed hymn of judgment, spiked and volatile and ready to sear off a layer of vulnerable skin. All language suggesting that he’d better not press any further.
If it had not been for the weight of outlaw’s defying leverage, nearly adjoining approach would’ve gone without notice. Sapphires were keenly fixed on target, their corners wincing fixed glare as sudden beat of warm whiskey breeze caressed crook of swan’s craned neck. An unnoticeable necessary breath of inhalation was captured and released. Confined violent seas raging and lulling with the changing tide. Deep tenor’s attempt to transcend blinding algal bloom sunk beneath tidal wave and valiantly resurfaced. Releasing volatile message in a bottle, gilded crescents piqued and plunged, “You know what? You’re lucky m'friend’s here to talk some sense int'a me.” Depraved sea serpent survived hurricane conditions this time, but only by good fortune.
Even through thick fog of crimson rip currents, Boyd’s quelling phonations mystically routed out a path to direct her vessel onto safer shores. “Look at me like that again we’re gonna have a real problem,” final threat surpassed lush lips while vehement azures severely pierced the male’s gaze. Words were spat loud enough for the majority to hear, a grave warning for each and every predatory male within earshot. If any one of them thought it a good idea to back her into a corner, she would undoubtedly pounce in the snap of a finger.
“—Boyd.” Heels abruptly careened, turning chassis in the outlaw’s direction, limbs colliding with limbs. Sharply reeling upper torso in reverse and bending backward at the hip, heavy hands hastily curled his biceps to brace balance and bright eyed sapphires pin pointed olive iris. It wasn’t until that moment Ava finally concluded just how close a proximity they were to one another, practically standing in continence. Searching hues, the blonde belle fell silent in failure to immediately string single sassy inquiry together. “Shit, you really think it necessary to be standin’ that close t’me?”
Revoking steps, digits freed the outlaw’s framework once steady and she nestled delayed cigarette betwixt tiers. Fingers slipped into derrière pocket and procured zippo lighter. Thumb rolled over flint, igniting treated tobacco essential to calming nerves. Taking a haul of smoke, free hand plucked purse from hooks and set it over counter top. “We’re gettin’ the hell outt'a here.” Digits parted faux leather seems and lighter fell into enveloping darkness.Free forelimb swiftly snatched up liquor container and Ava nestled fragile glass work into bole handbag amongst various belongings. Painting triumphant smile upon features, aspect canted towards whilst weighted bag fluently slung over shoulder.
“What?”
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