you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Bemused, there was no blush adorning his cheeks this time with the forthright comments, just a residual arch to his brow, a Cheshire grin threatening the corners of his lips. If he’d wanted, he could reach out and grab, snake her right back into the pool, and while the temptation lingered, his hands remained still, composed, leisurely sprawled in his stretch amidst the rock and pool.
His brow arched at the next comment, and then the following one caused such a raucous laugh that it echoed from his chest and along his lungs, pervading the scenery in the warmth of another accord. “You think we have communal showers?” Waiting until the chuckles faded out of his throat, a few more curling around simply for the sake of it, he shook his head. “I would never let the barracks be so barbaric.”
The other sentiment caused his brows to furrow, eyes narrowing slightly. No, he didn’t possess the swagger of such a man – his confidence came from within, from comfort in his capabilities, from fortresses and power. “I am aware of what I look like and see no shame in it.” A tool, built for strength and fortification, for defense and machinations, for obliterating adversaries and dominating enemies. For intimidation and prowess, for strength and might, for enduring the way Caido implemented its chaos. Only the inward proportions of himself, beyond and below layers of muscle and brutality, were not laid bare for the rest of the world. “It was honed for protection.” A pause of consideration, head tilting vaguely. "But if you are uncomfortable, I will put them back on."
His brow arched at the next comment, and then the following one caused such a raucous laugh that it echoed from his chest and along his lungs, pervading the scenery in the warmth of another accord. “You think we have communal showers?” Waiting until the chuckles faded out of his throat, a few more curling around simply for the sake of it, he shook his head. “I would never let the barracks be so barbaric.”
The other sentiment caused his brows to furrow, eyes narrowing slightly. No, he didn’t possess the swagger of such a man – his confidence came from within, from comfort in his capabilities, from fortresses and power. “I am aware of what I look like and see no shame in it.” A tool, built for strength and fortification, for defense and machinations, for obliterating adversaries and dominating enemies. For intimidation and prowess, for strength and might, for enduring the way Caido implemented its chaos. Only the inward proportions of himself, beyond and below layers of muscle and brutality, were not laid bare for the rest of the world. “It was honed for protection.” A pause of consideration, head tilting vaguely. "But if you are uncomfortable, I will put them back on."
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