heaven's a mindset away

you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly

It was very childish, but his arms held fast, not forgoing any portion of the dessert as her hands pried. It was trivial and minor in the state of the world at large, but amidst their clamoring and circling, he considered dominion over brownies a triumph. Eyes narrowed, almost as if he were looking down his nose at her, signatures of pretenses she’d already garnered, given the laugh. “A favor,” he stated and reflected, tasting the words on his tongue; giving a long, weighted pause to the consideration.

After a few moments, like when he was about to deliver a lecture to his soldiers, he shifted. Turning out of her reach, careful not to relinquish the confections, he grabbed at another object in his bag: a large scale, belonging to a leviathan, and a necessity in a current quest. He shifted back quickly, piercing eyes lingering on her face for a moment, before purposefully, slowly, leaning in, mouth hovering just beyond her ear – enough for a breath to unfurl and linger against skin or curling, crimson tresses. Voice a low rumble, purposefully controlled and contorted, like a fervent whisper, hastening payback. “Hold this.”

Then he reached out, placing the object in her hands, and backed quickly away; as if he’d never been near her at all, and a very minor explanation to follow. “I need to set it on fire.”

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