Hushed Willows There's a warning written in the corners of your face

reverie reaches for him immediately. he greets her with a kiss to the space between her ears. the holy spirit, huh?
holy spirit.
the eyes made of oakwood simmer as his gaze splinters in the direction of john. that's great. my wife and i ain't interested. a long time ago, his mama would've smacked him upside the head for this, for telling off a preacherman; but she sure as hell wasn't here to tell him to stop.
if you know what's good for ya, sir, you'll keep yer beliefs to yourself. you ain't gonna come into my home and spread yer gospel like i ain't been 'round the sun enough times to know about folks like you. he shuffles forward until he eases downward into a sit, making it clear that he was now going to be present for the remainder of this conversation.