heaven's a mindset away

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

To the Sword’s relief, inevitably, Belial’s sugar rush ended with him along a ledge, asleep along the corner. With one less distraction, it meant he could bark out corrections and suggestions, formidable in his prowess all over again. The inquiry had him narrowing his eyes though – reminded of many a soldier who’d tried the same tactic, with sheepish grins or mulish pouts. They hadn't won him over either (and he'd made them run extra laps around the Citadel, following them the entire way). Perfecting the art of his General stature, his arms folded over his chest, apathy the only thing present on his face. “Doing less laps does not help your swimming. You have done six.” He’d been counting.

But she kept setting herself up for something, and he kept her giving her opportunities, a mutual back and forth of foolishness. So, some of the residual, irritating, annoying charm manifested in return, waiting for her to dance around these notions too. “I will listen.” If only to be purposefully infuriating. His head tilted, feline once more. “What is your proposition?”

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