Creaking hinges reverberated through hollow floorboards and the loud conjunction of bronze strike plates and latch captivated lying blonde’s attention. Cerulean gaze lifted, shifting back and forth as fingers pressed glossed magazine cover to cover. Heels of plush palms supported weight and long limbs arched forth frame into upright position. The heavy clatter of unstable boot steps piqued curiosity. While she held no true say in Boyd’s private affairs, she made it crystal that any and all shenanigans would not be tolerated in her household.
In preparation for serving lecture, torso twisted at the hip and bare soles coasted into hirsute scuffs. Risen figure glided forward in leisure until closed threshold was reached and slender digits tugged floral robe from cluttered hooks upon venturing into corridor. Each limb slipped into thin cotton sleeves with an eloquent wave of shoulders and eyes fixed upon guest room’s luminescence. Deducing the outlaw’s state of intoxication by his staggering movements, Ava thought it nothing short of a miracle he journeyed up the staircase in a single attempt without tumbling backwards.
Marching forward into boarder’s chamber, there was no sign of him at first, but when cerulean hues perused surroundings a softly spoken groan echoing through cleft bathroom entrance plainly gave away his position. Fingers splayed woodwork, kindly nudging door open to permit concerned azures prompt inspection of broken veneer reflected off medicine cabinet mirror. Circumstances were comparatively worse than what she’d initially ideated. Arms conspired in disappointment and shoulders shifted with uneasiness as gilded brows inquisitively crested.
“How did that happen?” Ava questioned voice calm and attentive. Instead of tossing headstrong assumptions in Boyd’s direction and instantly debasing him bit by bit, she chose instead to grant him the fair opportunity to explain himself. Shifting weight, her attention scrupulously tracked and noted his unstable movements whilst dozens of scenarios played through mind’s eye. So long as weeping wounds hadn’t derived from unwarranted criminal activities, there would be chance for forgiveness. By now, Ava was accustomed to his eldritch presence within her home. Kicking him out over what was likely a drunken argument gone sour was no longer grounds for immediately casting the outlaw into exile.
“You go take a seat,” she gently directed with limb outstretched and forefinger pointing in kempt bed’s direction. “Go on.”
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