Two Eyes Cenote Does he speak to you now?

well, drawls ingram. i am many things but boring is not one of them.

her teasing words hang in the air betwixt them, the freckled sharp minded princess and the dark cloaked villain. not how any sort of fairytale was supposed to go.

not even the offer of friendship. but ingram is enraptured, turning the pages with unbridled swiftness, eager to see how it would play out. but living in the story, he is not afforded the luxury of peeking ahead; left to discover what would happen in real time.

understandably, ingram had carved out of himself the fact that he would make others give him a wide berth, but she is entirely unperturbed. or so he assumes, anyway.

he regards her for a prolonged moment, scarred muzzle rising ever so slightly; answer already on his tongue even before. he pauses for dramatic effect, enjoying the theatrical effect ( maybe a little too much ). i accept.