you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Stubborn seemed to have met obstinate, until his gaze was no longer hooded, but narrowed and pinpointed in the enticement of provocation. No end or bend in sight, he remained ever poised, waiting for a reaction to tip the scales in his favor, for victory to be sealed, for triumph to glean in boyish calculations –
His jaw snapped back together when the dramatics persisted, unfurling a vague snort as she didn’t relent beneath the contained downpour. He could see the mischief but not the inclinations lined within, not until the rock maneuvered under his feet, with no time to correct it.
Escorting him in a pitched motion; stumbling and fumbling forward. Careful not to crash into her in whatever control and proportion could be mustered in all his reticent dignity, the water rained down over him too – a bit colder than expected. An instinctual shudder and undulation rippled through muscles and corded through scars, another indignant huff of his breath expanding through his chest. It was a bizarre combination of temperatures, he could later surmise, between the cool notions of the makeshift cloud and the Breath’s lull and pool. It pulsed and pervaded over flesh and skin, going down the ridges of his brow and nose, settling into his beard.
“You were right. Very refreshing,” he uttered, standing tall, proud, and distinguished beneath droplets and cascades, as if this were nothing to him at all. “Could stay here for hours.”
His jaw snapped back together when the dramatics persisted, unfurling a vague snort as she didn’t relent beneath the contained downpour. He could see the mischief but not the inclinations lined within, not until the rock maneuvered under his feet, with no time to correct it.
Escorting him in a pitched motion; stumbling and fumbling forward. Careful not to crash into her in whatever control and proportion could be mustered in all his reticent dignity, the water rained down over him too – a bit colder than expected. An instinctual shudder and undulation rippled through muscles and corded through scars, another indignant huff of his breath expanding through his chest. It was a bizarre combination of temperatures, he could later surmise, between the cool notions of the makeshift cloud and the Breath’s lull and pool. It pulsed and pervaded over flesh and skin, going down the ridges of his brow and nose, settling into his beard.
“You were right. Very refreshing,” he uttered, standing tall, proud, and distinguished beneath droplets and cascades, as if this were nothing to him at all. “Could stay here for hours.”
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