Bearclaw Valley mollyrock

tvar huffs softly as if cole's question hasn’t caught him off guard. his eyes shift to the horizon, narrowing slightly against the stark light that cuts through the trees. there’s a moment where he doesn’t respond, instead buried in silence. i wouldn’t say i’ve been blind, he shrugs, then his eyes drop to the ground. thoughts of rala surface, but they're quickly dispelled. she had made her choice. but it didn't go anywhere. so that was that.

there’s a flicker of something—humor, maybe, or something far more complicated—that plays across his expression.

he pauses, his jaw tightening briefly as he exhales, his breath curling like smoke into the cold air. truth is, i’m not sure i’ve got the right to look at anyone that way. not yet. not when i’m still trying to figure out what kind of man i am.