you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
The boyish grin made its zealous return at her admittance of the book’s plot devices, unleashing another quick bark of a laugh that sent Belial scurrying across other rocky surfaces above. He swerved away at the nudge to his ribs, almost thinking of retaliation, before simply contorting more of the droplets into features – tiny scaled landscapes, binding together in plains of elements and fixtures; first mountains, rising into peaks and summits, sinking and slinking into caves. Something the quiet musings could afford, when they weren’t rallying and riling one another up in childish antics and upheavals.
“It is not,” he snorted. “But noted.” Perhaps broken bones and bloodied wounds made them all less appealing anyway.
Concentration honed in more serious accords as she spoke in hums and fortitude, listening with a vague tilt to his head, feline and canine combined. Confidence in her magic earned another grin, glancing back her way with some fixture of pride for all the things she’d had to overcome just for that singular note of might. “And that will grow too,” the more she utilized, tried, and strived. Morals and ethics were all bound in winding leagues now, with war pending, but he meandered into the latter instead. “There are different kinds of faith.” And it didn’t have to be oriented towards gods, but individuals – in their capabilities, power, and precision.
So he reached for her, giving her a pat on the shoulder – pretending it wasn’t a juvenile push. “As long as you do not lose yourself in it either.” He’d know; stern advice he’d have to listen to more than once.
“It is not,” he snorted. “But noted.” Perhaps broken bones and bloodied wounds made them all less appealing anyway.
Concentration honed in more serious accords as she spoke in hums and fortitude, listening with a vague tilt to his head, feline and canine combined. Confidence in her magic earned another grin, glancing back her way with some fixture of pride for all the things she’d had to overcome just for that singular note of might. “And that will grow too,” the more she utilized, tried, and strived. Morals and ethics were all bound in winding leagues now, with war pending, but he meandered into the latter instead. “There are different kinds of faith.” And it didn’t have to be oriented towards gods, but individuals – in their capabilities, power, and precision.
So he reached for her, giving her a pat on the shoulder – pretending it wasn’t a juvenile push. “As long as you do not lose yourself in it either.” He’d know; stern advice he’d have to listen to more than once.
DEIMOS
