tell the wolves I'm home
Juvenility was amongst some of his favored dispositions – when one could look past the stoicism, reticent, distant, aloof, and reserved portions of his nature. But Evie always opened up portions of mischief in him, and as she took his hand, he easily guided her towards his frame, there to linger as she cast her own judicious airs. His head tilted to study her, jaw angled in amusement, but eyes narrowing as he contemplated a lifetime of doubts, suspicions, and spite into the fold. “And it is always appreciated,” he murmured, fingers already intertwining with hers as he contorted the water into a lulling wave.
Lowering his voice to a whisper, as if they were involved in a great conspiracy, the pretenses flared to boyish pretenses. “I have been invited by Sunjata to Ru’s birthday party.” Which would probably send a shockwave all on its own – and though he didn’t lose his grin, the Evergreen would be able to note the changes in it; the ability to simply sink and simmer and wallow in those arcane abilities of malice and rancor. “He plans to propose to her.” His nose wrinkled on impulse and inclinations, before truly getting to the heart of the matter. “Should I go?”
Lowering his voice to a whisper, as if they were involved in a great conspiracy, the pretenses flared to boyish pretenses. “I have been invited by Sunjata to Ru’s birthday party.” Which would probably send a shockwave all on its own – and though he didn’t lose his grin, the Evergreen would be able to note the changes in it; the ability to simply sink and simmer and wallow in those arcane abilities of malice and rancor. “He plans to propose to her.” His nose wrinkled on impulse and inclinations, before truly getting to the heart of the matter. “Should I go?”
the ressurected sword
