you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
As soon as she found purchase amongst the floor, he released her, tilting his head vaguely as she answered. “Fair enough,” though the mention of the quality made his nose wrinkle. He figured the springs were all right, given how they’d drank large portions of it in haste, and it’d mended and assuaged rather than mauled and marred. But he’d give her an explanation too, just as he did with the motions of blades and edges, of movements and motions – reasons for why these were necessities. “Supposed to be a way of getting people comfortable with water on their face,” and he shrugged his shoulders – for they’d done the same as children, winding their way along the sea, salt always on their tongues.
Deimos laughed at her question, but followed suit on the demonstration – positively juvenile – as he lowered himself almost to his knees beneath the surface, so his lips hovered along the top. Utterly composed in the water, with no trace of fear or apprehension, he permitted the liquid to glean along beard, jaw, and chin. Thereafter, he blew a long proportion of air from his lungs, allowing it to brim over the facets and planes, adding small, billowing bubbles to the rest of the proportions.
Deimos laughed at her question, but followed suit on the demonstration – positively juvenile – as he lowered himself almost to his knees beneath the surface, so his lips hovered along the top. Utterly composed in the water, with no trace of fear or apprehension, he permitted the liquid to glean along beard, jaw, and chin. Thereafter, he blew a long proportion of air from his lungs, allowing it to brim over the facets and planes, adding small, billowing bubbles to the rest of the proportions.
DEIMOS
