Were they? Were they really? A child of abuse, Jake had always shied clear of the more violent goings-on here in the Deck, preferring to remain as far away from such as it was possible to be. But Eileen had asked him to come, in her roundabout way, and since his arrival here, this was the first time his inherent instincts had been overruled by emotion.
Jake wasn't entirely sure what that really meant, to be perfectly honest.
Not one given to thoughtful introspection, Jake usually operated on feel, much the same way as his horses. He didn't have Eileen's talent for personal analyzation, he simply trusted his gut and just did what felt right. This... This definitely had him uneasy, and then some.
It had been the blades in her hands, to start; and the flash of horrible realization--could she ever turn them on him one day?--that had widened his eyes and shortened his breath. The rest had only reinforced that silent terror, until his polite expression felt no more than a mask.
He wanted to offer some sort of reassurance; after all, she once again looked like just Eileen, but the words weren't there. All he could do was just stare at her for a breathless minute or so, then lower his gaze to her own shoes and shrug the right shoulder in uncertain hesitance.
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Date: 2016-03-23 01:47 am (UTC)Jake wasn't entirely sure what that really meant, to be perfectly honest.
Not one given to thoughtful introspection, Jake usually operated on feel, much the same way as his horses. He didn't have Eileen's talent for personal analyzation, he simply trusted his gut and just did what felt right. This... This definitely had him uneasy, and then some.
It had been the blades in her hands, to start; and the flash of horrible realization--could she ever turn them on him one day?--that had widened his eyes and shortened his breath. The rest had only reinforced that silent terror, until his polite expression felt no more than a mask.
He wanted to offer some sort of reassurance; after all, she once again looked like just Eileen, but the words weren't there. All he could do was just stare at her for a breathless minute or so, then lower his gaze to her own shoes and shrug the right shoulder in uncertain hesitance.