you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
He'd promised half a day in the midst of a mini vacation, and he intended to utilize the convictions before returning to starkness and snow, generously handing over the carrots to where she lingered along the edges. He might’ve insinuated a snort at her ‘all of them’ portions, but snagged at the already sliced peppers, popping one end of a bright orange one into his mouth before joining her along the side, sitting upon stone, scooting the rest of the wares closer on a newly concocted plate.
The peryton shifted to the side, on a nearer ledge, and the Sword’s eyes narrowed in obvious warning – no movement detected for a few seconds more.
Sticking his legs back into the water so that the bubbles stirred around muscled calves, he munched and considered, looking at the top of deeper crimson tresses. “Have you been to Torchline recently?”
The peryton shifted to the side, on a nearer ledge, and the Sword’s eyes narrowed in obvious warning – no movement detected for a few seconds more.
Sticking his legs back into the water so that the bubbles stirred around muscled calves, he munched and considered, looking at the top of deeper crimson tresses. “Have you been to Torchline recently?”
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