you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
He thought nothing of her movements, presuming the closeness was for evaluation purposes of his sketching, and not some ensuing plot. Head still tilted downward, contemplating the next statement, he considered the possibilities and parameters, mind affixed to movements and motions of weaponry. “Which would be very amusing,” he snickered, picturing decimated adversaries along training grounds’ whims and caprices. “I think you should go for-,”
Whatever words were left parsed out of his mouth the moment his eyes lifted, frame and figure going completely still, gaze widening, as she simply snagged the remains of the peppers out of his mouth. Had he been faster or presumed it coming, there might’ve been some form of vengeful tactics. For all their teasing and taunting, neither of them had quite pressed the boundary lines – though they’d come dangerously close - and then she settled back, as if nothing had happened. The Sword didn’t know whether to be affronted, offended, or bewildered – pulse tightening, breath shortening, heart barreling in between rib bones.
Blinking a few times and settling for a snort, he grabbed the remains of the snacks (two apple slices and one carrot), tucking the plate away into his bag, and snagging at something else he’d laid hidden in there for after. On a wicked note, and as some form of payback, he raised his jaw, defiant and seditious. “Now you will not be getting any brownies.”
Whatever words were left parsed out of his mouth the moment his eyes lifted, frame and figure going completely still, gaze widening, as she simply snagged the remains of the peppers out of his mouth. Had he been faster or presumed it coming, there might’ve been some form of vengeful tactics. For all their teasing and taunting, neither of them had quite pressed the boundary lines – though they’d come dangerously close - and then she settled back, as if nothing had happened. The Sword didn’t know whether to be affronted, offended, or bewildered – pulse tightening, breath shortening, heart barreling in between rib bones.
Blinking a few times and settling for a snort, he grabbed the remains of the snacks (two apple slices and one carrot), tucking the plate away into his bag, and snagging at something else he’d laid hidden in there for after. On a wicked note, and as some form of payback, he raised his jaw, defiant and seditious. “Now you will not be getting any brownies.”
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