SaltWornGuardian-
He was accustomed to being unseen , accustomed to glances sliding past him. But the stranger’s gaze lingered.
Intentional. Measured. Aeson met it evenly.
“You are observing me” a simple statement. The ocean beyond the pier rolled once, heavy.
“That is unwise” he did not elaborate, he simply waited to see if they would leave — or step closer.
ichorempath
@SaltWornGuardian- ⸝⸝ “unwise?” staring wasn’t his usual behavior, even making eye-contact was abstract in will’s daily activity. but he felt something there —- and took notice of this presence. an intense attentiveness that pricked his brain any time his thoughts wandered to anything else. step closer he did, his movement cautious and made with an unfiltered hesitance. “observing is what i do.”
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