Wyatt’s home was neat, tidy and exposed very little of his true character, just as Brynn had suspected. There were no knickknacks strewn across shelves, no photographs or clutter, and certainly nothing that held much sentimental value; unless he kept such things hidden, though she figured it more likely he simply didn’t have any.
He’d caught her eye now and then but said nothing, unphased by her nosiness as she roamed freely; clearly he had nothing to hide-.. not from her, anyway. Intent on picking her apart from the inside out – much the same as she to him – he studied her relentlessly, bewildered by the fact she’d invaded his sanctuary so audaciously.
Brynn had never met anyone quite like Wyatt, a man who knew exactly what he was, yet bared absolutely no apologies for it. He was cool, collected and intelligent, he couldn’t be cajoled with false compliments or pretend beguile, he didn’t fall over himself to please anyone, didn’t tell her what to do or what to say or how to act, didn’t try to own her or parade her; a stolen prize to be pinned to one’s chest as a badge of honour, wealth or depravity-.. and for the first time in a long, long while, Brynn felt free. Free of her mask, her falsities and her scars.
Brynn: You have a lot of books.
Wyatt: That’s not a lot.
Brynn: Is way more than I have.
Wyatt: You don’t like reading?
Brynn: I do-.. is just hard work.
Wyatt: Practice makes perfect.
Brynn: Maybe you could teach me?
Wyatt: You’re finding an awful lot of excuses to spend more time with me…
The atrocities in Wyatt’s past should’ve deterred her, but over time, she’d found herself drawn to him because of them. A shared existence in the darker realities of life, however opposite they may have been.
He could’ve continued down that path after the death of his father, could’ve picked up where Ashton left off, but he hadn’t. He’d fled to where he felt free instead; leading a simple, lonely life, searching for a soul long since forgotten. He was grey, and so was she.
Despite his outward arrogance, Brynn could feel the familiar ache of desolation within Wyatt. He wore his wretched personality like a cloak, peering out at the world as a gargoyle would, poised to deter anyone that came too close with a well-practiced, stony demeanour; but even the hardest of stones could break with the right tools and a little persistence…
Brynn: You think I came all this way for snow and rocks?
Wyatt: I’m starting to doubt it.
Brynn: Only now? I thought you more intelligent than that.
Brynn smirked, her piercing, lustful gaze rendering him speechless for the second time that night. She wasn’t wrong, he knew by now where this was headed, but he still couldn’t wrap his head around the why. She ought to know better given everything she’d been through, everything she knew about him-.. everything he’d put her through; directly or indirectly, it didn’t matter.
Wyatt swallowed forcefully as he felt a hot flash of guilt wash over him, trying to rid himself of the unpleasant lump stuck in his throat. He hadn’t realised it at the time, but he’d felt something toward her ever since she’d given him that stupid phone in Del Sol. She’d trusted him to do the right thing, even though she had every right to assume he wouldn’t.
Putting it down to the fact that no one had ever believed in him before, he’d brushed those thoughts aside; he was probably just desperate for some sort of approval, fairly natural for someone who was emotionally neglected as a child. It didn’t mean anything.
Brynn: You don’t understand, do you?
[Wyatt squinted; he didn’t want to admit that]
Brynn: Tell me why.
[Wyatt hesitated, but ultimately acquiesced]
Wyatt: You said you’d never forgive me…
Brynn: I not use the word never, did I?
Wyatt: You should’ve.
Brynn: I told you; I see you.
Wyatt: What do you s-…
[Wyatt promptly forgot his question as Brynn clambered on top of him, his hands reaching for her instinctively, hungrily…]
Brynn: Use your heart tonight, not your head.
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Got some stuff done for the mother so whoopeeeee—
Aswell as this which I accidentally did but thought it looked cool and wanna make something off of it so I saved a screenshot—
And yeah.
Mom asked me to draw stuff cause she likes my art after finding this place, in which I found out she’s been here through swiping the many many many apps that you leave open on your phone.
Ain’t that right moother?
Yeah I see you.
Hello hope the place that I forgot where you went to has been good—
See ya—
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