you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
She wouldn’t be able to see the depths of his eyeroll as he turned away, gaze hastening towards the hanging swim trunks. There were hordes of options at his repertoire, the enchantments emboldened and leaping to the forefront of his veins – from air to water, and it would only take the wake of a breath to snag them back.
Instead, he gave over to sitting amongst the shallower notions, leaning against a massive rock as if he owned it, arms outstretched and indifferent, stare casually following Belial as the peryton flew over and around, completely amused with his own antics (a contribution to their follies). The heat of the springs pooled and pulsed, relaxing and guiding in its own way, and eventually the Sword merely watched cheeky grins and hands as they reached for the fabric; leisurely blinking, the slow, lazy manifestation of a grin returning to his mouth.
The same piercing juxtaposition of his sight segmented solely on her, the elements of reticence pervading along the surface. “I am not bothered.” Perhaps she was by his current state, but then again, the healer should’ve known better than to goad. He’d maintain the ceasefire, slightly honorable in the peace between melees, head tilting to view, witness, and wait, biding time and opportunities.
Instead, he gave over to sitting amongst the shallower notions, leaning against a massive rock as if he owned it, arms outstretched and indifferent, stare casually following Belial as the peryton flew over and around, completely amused with his own antics (a contribution to their follies). The heat of the springs pooled and pulsed, relaxing and guiding in its own way, and eventually the Sword merely watched cheeky grins and hands as they reached for the fabric; leisurely blinking, the slow, lazy manifestation of a grin returning to his mouth.
The same piercing juxtaposition of his sight segmented solely on her, the elements of reticence pervading along the surface. “I am not bothered.” Perhaps she was by his current state, but then again, the healer should’ve known better than to goad. He’d maintain the ceasefire, slightly honorable in the peace between melees, head tilting to view, witness, and wait, biding time and opportunities.
DEIMOS
