AN: So this little fic was inspired by Bitter-Black-Beans's "Love". Check it out! In this story the narrator can be absolutely anyone you want (Chelsea, Sabrina, Mark, Julia, Elliot, even Mirabelle!). Let me know whose point of view you felt it was from.
It's hard not to be in love with the back of his neck. That part right where his silver hair reaches a point and tapers off into skin. And the way it looks from the back when his hat bobs as he nods.
It's hard not to be in love with a guy who unironically and unapologetically wears a cowboy hat.
There's the way his eyes squint when he smiles. And the way he hides them when he's nervous. Those eyes dart from side to side every time he makes a deal, as if it's too good to be true.
There's the way he gently picks up cats with both hands as if he's holding priceless jewels. Or the way he carries extra food in case he runs into a stray dog.
And I love the way he taps his belt when he's bored and stretches his arms behind his back when he's tired.
I love the pitch of his voice. I love the way his silence makes his words more meaningful.
I love that he knows the worth of a dollar is different than its value. That what you use it for is far more important than how much you have.
And he used his for this blue feather and I love it almost as much as I love him.