you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Relegated back to teasing, plucking at seams and strands, the Sword’s grin turned more mischief-laden and boyish, conjuring further folds of laughter, though a bit muffled along the surface this time. “Is that a plotline from one of your books?” Another chuckle ensued, shaking his head, and then reminded of dripping locks, he created a duplicate hair tie (gods knew where the other one was now), manifesting another makeshift bun while she maneuvered.
He rolled his eyes – could’ve made a horde of comments. That she needn’t compare herself. That she had nothing to be ashamed of. That visual appeals differed greatly from person to person. But that was brushing aside other matters, and body image issues weren’t what they had concocted for the day. Matters of acceptance, perhaps. In the eaves of his own restlessness, he silently began stringing together droplets of water, watching them fall one by one like little stones, rising a few inches before plunging again – giving him moments to think and parse through layers and lacquer. The ensuing volley was a joke. “Do you want us to strip the injured down before we send them to you?” A cheeky grin flickered and rallied, but faded thereafter. Several other notions stuck to his teeth, but the only one to unfurl across his tongue was the deep rumble and small smile to follow. “What are you confident in?”
He rolled his eyes – could’ve made a horde of comments. That she needn’t compare herself. That she had nothing to be ashamed of. That visual appeals differed greatly from person to person. But that was brushing aside other matters, and body image issues weren’t what they had concocted for the day. Matters of acceptance, perhaps. In the eaves of his own restlessness, he silently began stringing together droplets of water, watching them fall one by one like little stones, rising a few inches before plunging again – giving him moments to think and parse through layers and lacquer. The ensuing volley was a joke. “Do you want us to strip the injured down before we send them to you?” A cheeky grin flickered and rallied, but faded thereafter. Several other notions stuck to his teeth, but the only one to unfurl across his tongue was the deep rumble and small smile to follow. “What are you confident in?”
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