heaven's a mindset away

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

He peeled away only to stare downwards and catch the bits and pieces of blue looking back at him – a snort billowing through at the comment he should’ve been expecting. “That is not going to make you a better swimmer,” offered on the curls of his mischief, remaining steadfast and certain, familiar and whole, when everything else was tilted, fresh, anew, but not all at once. An enigmatic quandary, for a few moments as his mind balanced, as his frame remembered. Because Evie was Evie, and he knew her well, but not by feel and touch – learning curves and patterns, curiosities and entanglements, pressing his weight not into fear but something established and strong. It was only this, breaths apart and then not, that was sudden and altering and shifting.

The Sword sighed once more, as if perhaps he wouldn’t be so indulgent, that the General prowess would come rampaging through no matter the circumstances. There were quite a few words he might’ve said, but as a man who preferred less to more, he settled with a roguish grin and a whisper floating near cheeks. “Just this once,” he rumbled, like a promise, except he had a feeling it wouldn’t be a conviction either held to a significant standard. Before meeting her more than halfway, hands cupping her jaw once again, mouth swift and intensifying, eyes closed, memorizing feel and impressions and softening meanderings.

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