#dyn. shane ellsie.

[notladylikes]

sasha can see the lake clear from her back porch, a little ways off to the water. she sometimes dipped her toes in it after a long day, but the sun was high in the sky and the heat was god awful, and yet, someone was out there, pole in hand. not many people in this town partake in the act of fishing, even moreso since the old folks all but up and passed away, leaving her generation and the one that comes after. 

tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear, she grabs two water bottles and heads out to the small dock, situated just a hundred or so feet beyond her property line, careful to avoid the sticker grass with her bare-feet. 

probably should have put shoes on, but she didn’t really seem to mind the grass. it’s soft beneath her feet, and she doesn’t manage to prick herself in the process, an act of pure coincidence, she’s quite certain.

upon approaching the man, who turned out to be none other than shane ellsie, she smiles wide and leans her chest against his back, planting her head on top of his. “you catch anythin’ or you just starin’ at the water?” she says, leaning her weight against him for a few moments before ruffling his hair and sitting down on the dock beside him. the blonde’s legs hang off the dock and she places a bottle of water down beside him, nudging it into @woodridgehollow’s peripheral view. 

“how long you been out here? you could’a stopped by the house, i would’ve fixed you a sandwich or somethin’ to take out here with you.” she says, placing her hand above her eyes to shield her vision from the incoming rays of sunlight from up above. “been too long since i done seen you ‘round. i know you keep to yourself, but that don’t mean you gots to be a stranger.”