you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
A rogue smirk meandered in a slow stroll along his mouth, encouraged by the chiding, glancing down, down, and down, content in the devilry. Though they both stupidly shuddered beneath the potent raincloud, neither backed away either, carved mettle and backbones and resolute obstinance. And maybe that was how they’d survived all these damned years – through perseverance and stubborn tenacity, grit and fire and jaw clenching irritation – now utilized as a foundation for fun. Habits hard-earned and won.
Announcing she was out of ideas made the grin unfurl to show teeth, dimpling cheeks in a proud act of defiance (for he wasn’t), even as the hand extended. “That is what you said last time,” he uttered, the memory not so distant and he not so trusting, leaving her palm to remain under cascading droplets and cold ether while he calculated and considered. Suspicious to a fault, and for good reason. But, while Deimos was powerful, his cruelty, maliciousness, and abhorrence stayed reserved for those he despised, where he’d persist and chase and rampage until they were ashes in the wind. That wasn’t the case here, and they both knew it.
A moment later, his calloused hand shook hers, before vanquishing the showers all together, permitting it to dissipate in a puff of air. Snorting, he tilted his head, and broke them apart, sinking his frame back into the heat of the water, and diving below again. He resurfaced a few breaths later, closer to the shallow pools and rocks, watching vaguely as Belial landed upon a larger outcropping by the ceiling…leaving his shorts to hang off a ledge.
Announcing she was out of ideas made the grin unfurl to show teeth, dimpling cheeks in a proud act of defiance (for he wasn’t), even as the hand extended. “That is what you said last time,” he uttered, the memory not so distant and he not so trusting, leaving her palm to remain under cascading droplets and cold ether while he calculated and considered. Suspicious to a fault, and for good reason. But, while Deimos was powerful, his cruelty, maliciousness, and abhorrence stayed reserved for those he despised, where he’d persist and chase and rampage until they were ashes in the wind. That wasn’t the case here, and they both knew it.
A moment later, his calloused hand shook hers, before vanquishing the showers all together, permitting it to dissipate in a puff of air. Snorting, he tilted his head, and broke them apart, sinking his frame back into the heat of the water, and diving below again. He resurfaced a few breaths later, closer to the shallow pools and rocks, watching vaguely as Belial landed upon a larger outcropping by the ceiling…leaving his shorts to hang off a ledge.
DEIMOS
