you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
With Zuriel distracted, Belial moderately content (Deimos could feel him hovering outside the kitchen, inevitably waiting for a treat or scraps), concentration could hone and focus on aspects of dinner preparations. Playfully bumping her aside with his hip, he nodded at the notions of gravy, reaching upwards along cabinets and placing down proportions for her to utilize at her convenience. Thereafter, hair was tied back into a loose-fitting bun, sleeves rolled, hands washed, before he pre-heated the stove, contemplating seasoning choices, and settling on a skillet.
Waiting for it to warm, and portioning off the pieces of chicken in the meanwhile, he continued a line of questions they’d started from weeks before, smiling, watching her from the corner of his eye. Invoking and conjuring the semblances like a game, content to revel in the simplicity of it. Tones rumbled deeply, echoing along the kitchen, over the press of knives (of which she’d find many – in every drawer) and the beginning stages of a sizzling pan. “What is your favorite game?”
Waiting for it to warm, and portioning off the pieces of chicken in the meanwhile, he continued a line of questions they’d started from weeks before, smiling, watching her from the corner of his eye. Invoking and conjuring the semblances like a game, content to revel in the simplicity of it. Tones rumbled deeply, echoing along the kitchen, over the press of knives (of which she’d find many – in every drawer) and the beginning stages of a sizzling pan. “What is your favorite game?”
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