you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Belial’s triumph rang over the ceiling and ramparts of the Breath, colliding and volleying with stone (Zuriel couldn’t bring herself to look over, pretending like she has no part in anything to do with this troupe of fools). And then center stage, an intermingling of concessions that threatened to loom even larger; though the Sword held no form of retreat, evasion, or withdrawal. The same smirk embedded and finessed into his features, hands intermingling with the water, as if a looming threat of another crashing blow were imminent. Her inquiry inspired a deep snort; as if losing his shorts to a peryton would make him admit any defeat. “No.”
His hair tie was tugged away too, leaving loose, wet locks to drape back over his shoulders and down his neck. Small feats and gestures – they could be easily recreated with one strand of incantations, but he’d give her those tiny moments.
Unmoving, he stared her down, gaze still hooded, head tilted vaguely, a few breaths away. A vague huff rumbled through his chest, before another declaration of his magic immersed and emerged, intentionally releasing droplets and cascades of water over her head, much like her own personal raincloud. Then a whisper amidst the deluge to follow. “Do you?”
His hair tie was tugged away too, leaving loose, wet locks to drape back over his shoulders and down his neck. Small feats and gestures – they could be easily recreated with one strand of incantations, but he’d give her those tiny moments.
Unmoving, he stared her down, gaze still hooded, head tilted vaguely, a few breaths away. A vague huff rumbled through his chest, before another declaration of his magic immersed and emerged, intentionally releasing droplets and cascades of water over her head, much like her own personal raincloud. Then a whisper amidst the deluge to follow. “Do you?”
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