Bearclaw Valley Who needs diamonds

She circles the dark male with a smile on her face as she speaks, he seems complacent if just for a moment. Pandora likes that. Even so, her assumption on his complacency seems to be wrong for he’s pushing her away and meeting her eyes with a wronged intensity. Her brows raise, but her smile remains as she gazes back to him fearlessly.

You’re trying to manipulate me. He accuses and at that she barks out a soft laugh with a simple shake of her head.

“You think so little of a girl you hardly know.” She hums with soft eyes and a smile that mirrors. 

She sidles back up to him. Her smile is not as tantalizing and teasing, but easygoing and empathetic. “Now, who manipulated you into seeing the bad in everyone?” She asks plainly. There’s no hint of toxicity in her voice, but rather a light featheryness to it — like a mother killing her child out of fear.

She would shrug easily, her shoulders moving slowly with the motion. “Not everyone’s out to get you ya know.” She hums softly back to him.