you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Something settled in him once the tables were turned – more at ease when he knew the heights of the game, or when he could alternate some cycle of vengeance. This one wasn’t petty or begrudging, but he had to find some base of normalcy before contemplating the next maneuvers. Shoving the rest of the fruit and vegetables into his mouth, and out of her range, he took those moments to decide, a cheeky tilt to his head as he traded surprise and shock for renewed mischief.
Recovered, he folded his arms over his chest, tucking the bag of desserts beneath muscled forearms and biceps, inaccessible while she objected, seditious jawline raised higher again. Perhaps he’d gotten the gesture from Zuriel. “It was meant to be a surprise. I bartered for them at the cheesecake stand.” Granting another snort, his features registered into an indifferent haze, airs and pretenses, maybe a signature of senses from another life and time. Digging his heels in deeper, the rumble in his chest bordered on devilry and impishness. “What sort of deal? Do you have something to trade?”
Recovered, he folded his arms over his chest, tucking the bag of desserts beneath muscled forearms and biceps, inaccessible while she objected, seditious jawline raised higher again. Perhaps he’d gotten the gesture from Zuriel. “It was meant to be a surprise. I bartered for them at the cheesecake stand.” Granting another snort, his features registered into an indifferent haze, airs and pretenses, maybe a signature of senses from another life and time. Digging his heels in deeper, the rumble in his chest bordered on devilry and impishness. “What sort of deal? Do you have something to trade?”
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