you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Perhaps that was why he’d reverted to mischief and devilry – a slowing, rather than them burning and scorching and setting ablaze all within a moment – for he’s never been one to partake in conflagrations simply because he could. Rapacity might exist alive and well in his chest, but so did patience and perseverance, and he took to individuals that could stand the way he slowly carved and sculpted, whittled and waned. He trusted and cherished in rare, stubborn, stalwart instances, and broke a little more when they faded and snapped.
They had time.
Her shock sent another burst of laughter looming along the springs, echoing and bounding and reverberating off the walls when there’d only been their quiet before – the twisted depths of his grin all the more ridiculous. The slap signified nothing, as if fingers didn’t touch, and he tilted his head a fraction, teasing again. “I can change that.” The kiss and nip on his collarbone only instigated a bending of his frame, a ghost of a breath over her ear, before teeth bit along the tip – and then a faster pace away, away, away, creating distance for his next reign of terror.
Making good on his promise, with snaps of splashes that were altered, cold to the touch.
They had time.
Her shock sent another burst of laughter looming along the springs, echoing and bounding and reverberating off the walls when there’d only been their quiet before – the twisted depths of his grin all the more ridiculous. The slap signified nothing, as if fingers didn’t touch, and he tilted his head a fraction, teasing again. “I can change that.” The kiss and nip on his collarbone only instigated a bending of his frame, a ghost of a breath over her ear, before teeth bit along the tip – and then a faster pace away, away, away, creating distance for his next reign of terror.
Making good on his promise, with snaps of splashes that were altered, cold to the touch.
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