Damon Gant was a timeless man. Were it not for the graying and shocks of white in his hair, one could mistake his youthful demeanor for a man in his prime. This was the grande carriage on which he rode in on since the world first knew his name. Just as he was when he stepped into the police department, none knew what to make of him, for his mirthful and benevolent guise was so believable it was almost sin to doubt it.
Nothing would change. Not even in death would he allow it. Did you think I learned my lesson? Think again. Those cool viridian eyes took in the obvious pride that Jake took in his shiny new badge. To Gant, it was nothing but a piece of tin. About as worthless as the toy-like sheriff's star Jake would brandish about like he was the star-role of an Old West reenactment.
An act. A pitiful romanticized act. He saw the boy idolized the lawless scum of the old west as if they were something to be praised. To him... he looked like nothing more than a child playing dress-up.
"A detective are you now, Jakey? I hope you can do me the favor of not wasting this second chance. I'm sure you've earned it." His smile was pleasant as always, but it did not reach those eyes that continued to look through him as if he were but a translucent will-o-wisp.
His intense gaze softened then, as if he were tired and worn, but his body remain resolute, standing like an unmovable pillar against the twisting wind as the waves rumbled forebodingly in the short distance.
"But you needn't worry about little ol' me. I had my bases covered, like always." He had accepted the offer the Towers gave him, but he really had no mind to stay. Not after he heard about the new comer fund which he readily signed the paperwork for.
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Nothing would change. Not even in death would he allow it. Did you think I learned my lesson? Think again. Those cool viridian eyes took in the obvious pride that Jake took in his shiny new badge. To Gant, it was nothing but a piece of tin. About as worthless as the toy-like sheriff's star Jake would brandish about like he was the star-role of an Old West reenactment.
An act. A pitiful romanticized act. He saw the boy idolized the lawless scum of the old west as if they were something to be praised. To him... he looked like nothing more than a child playing dress-up.
"A detective are you now, Jakey? I hope you can do me the favor of not wasting this second chance. I'm sure you've earned it." His smile was pleasant as always, but it did not reach those eyes that continued to look through him as if he were but a translucent will-o-wisp.
His intense gaze softened then, as if he were tired and worn, but his body remain resolute, standing like an unmovable pillar against the twisting wind as the waves rumbled forebodingly in the short distance.
"But you needn't worry about little ol' me. I had my bases covered, like always." He had accepted the offer the Towers gave him, but he really had no mind to stay. Not after he heard about the new comer fund which he readily signed the paperwork for.