There was a certain level of goodness it took for Roslyn to form quick attachments. Inherently good people
always got to her. She’d thought Camm was a good kid before, really, despite the fact she felt like he worked for a real shitte newspaper. She’d even been pleased he’d taken quite the glamor shot of her blowing up that stupid, thrice damned, house into black dust. He seemed like the type of guy she’d think about setting up Shae with. Good natured and sweet. She just hand’t realized
how bloody sweet until he’d waltzed into her office and plopped incriminating photo’s of Harlan, Jenkins, and her from the Brawl That Wouldn’t Be Named. He’d seemed horribly sincere and embarrassed when she asked him what he wanted for them, when she’d learn he’d nicked them from a particularly unscrupulous colleague and he’d just asked if she’d go for a bit of a walk with him.
Honestly at that point she’d lost the ability to say no to his adorably earnest face. If he’d been any older she was sure her icy heart would have melted. He reminded her of a sweeter version of Aiden. There was nothing else she could do but grab a scrap of parchment and scribble down her floo, with a fond smile, and told him he could join Moose and her for their daily stroll the next day.
And here she was in a comfy
sweater that matched her eyes as she whistled for
Moose to bring him downstairs, his equally as blue leash hanging from her hands. “Good boy.†She murmured affectionately, amused, as she ran her fingers along his scruff and snout. Her puppy was growing quite large. He had a bit of wolf in him so he was going to grow, well, quite large actually. His paws were several sizes too big for the rest of his current body but she was confident he’d grow into them eventually. “Handsome and smart, too.†She added, laughing, as he barked and wagged his tail. Almost that time, then.
@Camm Erskine
