drowning but breathing

by elomelo

A collection of drabbles, long and short, about Ennis, Jack and all those caught in the web of their untimely romance. They were drowning, slowly but surely, but breathing all the same.

2. Protest

Protest

Bitchin'. He might have been a rodeo fuck up and a crazy dreamer but that was something Jack Twist did with ease. Everything from the grass to the sheep to the tent to the fire to the damn hole in his boots. Ennis sighed, watching the boy spew out words like a busted pipe, only stopping to breathe and take sips of whiskey. But he nodded somberly, responding in that minimal way he always did, taking in the other's words that made up for the lack of his own.