--!Simcoe's POV!--
I watched Major Hewlett move about the room, flustered and irritated. He was never happy nor calm when I was around. Ever since he had escaped that rebel prison, he had been on high alert. I don't blame him for being weak. Hewlett glanced up to meet my gaze, shivering with unease. I let out an amused snort, the corners of my lips lifting into a slight smirk. "Major, why do you not take a liking to me?" I asked, smirk dropping into a neutral expression. I took a blade from Hewlett's desk. "Is it because of my looks?" I began to fiddle with the small knife. "My personality-" I pause, staring up at the major with a dark expression. "My thirst for blood?" Edmund's face practically whitened, making me laugh. "I was jesting, Major." Edmund huffed. "Stop doing that, you imbicile!" He scolded, crossing his arms in annoyance. He looked similar to a child who wasn't allowed to go out and play.
A/N:
I'm sorry for the hiatus! things have been a bit out of control, but I got back to writing! There is definitely more to come for this chapter, so hold onto your hats and put on your seatbelts!
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FanfictionEy y'all,,, I'll do just about any ship except x readers? I just really do not like them :')
