curbside confessions

His words would not move him and he would remain standing and staring into those green eyes; staring beyond them and beyond the treeline and into the night. His quaking would cease and the man would become still as the thick trunks that surrounded them. Hot breath would billow from slightly ajar jaws. If you choose to stay here I will have you as part of my Ancillary. At least until you determine which duties are best suited to yourself. The man would step back. Lean limbs pulling him further from the woman and away from the situation. Away from the uncomfortable fire which had become aflame within his chest. I expect you to be kind with my children. As you would with any other child. would be his last comment before quelling his emotions and drawing his regular, stoic facade.