you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Zuriel granted very long looks to the pair of them, which Deimos suitably ignored in favor of wandering down the length of rows – checking in on the citrus he’d planted recently. While Belial sauntered along outside, Evie took no time at all to breezily snatch at the vegetables, and he only arched a brow and eased a snort before extending his arm out again. “They did not give you any trouble?” A mild tease, the heat and humidity of the greenhouse forgotten the moment they stepped out of its confines; the rumble of his stomach threatening to echo once more.
His house, situated directly across from the barracks to relieve his own mind and to eternally keep an eye on things, opened to a swift turn of the doorknob, and the influx of companions to their usual places. The peryton swarmed in a hasty flight around the initial surroundings, and into the rooms, before breezing back, while Zuriel situated herself easily in front of the hearth, waiting for the sparks and embers to unfurl. He rolled his eyes but settled back into routines as well, the stretch of incantations permitting a warm glow to settle from the renewed fire and light fixtures. Bag placed on coat hook, then furs, he offered to take hers, head tilting in another bestowal. “What do you want to do?” Jawline gesturing to the awaiting food, or to the vegetables in her hand.
It would take him a moment more to register the comfort and security in having her there, amidst shared spaces and sanctity.
His house, situated directly across from the barracks to relieve his own mind and to eternally keep an eye on things, opened to a swift turn of the doorknob, and the influx of companions to their usual places. The peryton swarmed in a hasty flight around the initial surroundings, and into the rooms, before breezing back, while Zuriel situated herself easily in front of the hearth, waiting for the sparks and embers to unfurl. He rolled his eyes but settled back into routines as well, the stretch of incantations permitting a warm glow to settle from the renewed fire and light fixtures. Bag placed on coat hook, then furs, he offered to take hers, head tilting in another bestowal. “What do you want to do?” Jawline gesturing to the awaiting food, or to the vegetables in her hand.
It would take him a moment more to register the comfort and security in having her there, amidst shared spaces and sanctity.
DEIMOS
