she was looking for a crumb; anything to hang on to. she had seen the look in his eyes lately. the one that sneaked out when his armor could be broken. but it was never with her. but she saw the old hangman the one who had been her person.
that smile would bring her own to her face, "well that sounds like that's a current point of view. and I'm just glad the cowboy can be fond of something. since you've been all stabby and burny lately." she had kept her distant in the beginning, a war had been waged and she didn't know how she and the other parties involved had gotten out of it.
@powertobite sent ; you sound like you're still in love with me
hangman tensed up, jaw clenched to the point where he could feel the soreness, eyes narrowed on the woman in front of him. he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself, so how would he even admit it to her? instead he shook his head and let his gaze travel downward, running a hand through his hair. don’t give yourself away he told himself in his head, but he stayed as collected as possible as he chuckled to himself.
“i don’t know about all that, but i guess you can say i’m pretty… fond of you.” hangman met her eyes and gave her a sly smile. there was no doubt that he missed her, azin was all he managed to think about. he was a fool for letting her go and he’d never forgive himself for it, but there was nothing that said he couldn’t try and win her back.