#Big Skye Treasure|Montana

[brooklynislandgirl]

@wxr-zxne {{from here because "legacy" content}}

It doesn't bother her in the least when Frank sometimes watches her like she's a sunrise or some rare flower he's tempted to uproot and replant in his garden. Especially when she knows if he did, he would be gentle. For all the violence and blood his hands have been capable of, Frank has grown weary of it. He's gentled now under the wide skies and welcoming neighbours, a community that appreciates his other talents. He takes great care with her and she can see something inside him glow in those moments. He grumbles at Tank and the dog responds in kind. Kindred spirits, maybe? She slides her feet to the floor and pulls herself out of her chair. Like Tank she's compelled to follow him. "Oooh, scrambled wit' cheese?" Eggs like that and raisin bread toast is one of her favourite things. Easy and quick, too, so that she isn't making any serious demands on Frank. Was all the butter healthy? Not really but it was delicious. Seeing the path his eyes take, she busies herself with making the coffee. It was just another thing that they took in stride. At night, she would prep the pot with freshly ground coffee and water, set the temperature and alarm on it so that the coffee would be piping hot and ready when they finally crawled out of bed while Frank checked the doors, the security cameras and made sure the place was secure. Compromise was important. And apparently, so was narking on her. Tank gives up that she feeds him when no one is looking. Thankfully Frank doesn't seem mad about that. Once the coffee is happily brewing away, Beth slips onto one of the island's bar-stools. Elbows on the surface and chin propped on the backs of her hands, she watches him toil over breakfast, waiting to help with anything he might ask of her. "Off for da next glorious four days, den I got four back-to-back shifts. Sixteen on, eight off, so I'm probably gonna stay at work. If ya don't mind." She braces for what she assumes will be a wince at best, and him not being okay with it at worst. "Uh...I dunno. Is dere anyt'ing you been dyin' to make?"