you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
For half a moment, the Sword crossed his arms over his chest, brows furrowed, as his tactics didn’t go quite to plan. And while machinations and calculations might’ve always been spinning around that mind built around war, antics ensued where he’d been expecting harmless terrorizing. A certain air of petulance began to rally through his spine, until her laughter ricocheted and pervaded, and he watched as she spun around helplessly and haplessly with little effort to cease the roll of water.
He could only blink as she was washed by him, snorting a little, before ultimately relenting.
Shaking his head, he pressed his way into the cyclical movements, until he was at her side, and they were both being funneled around the springs. “This is ridiculous,” he unfurled, with the juvenile grin returning, leaning back into the ministrations and permitting it to float him along, rather than adhering to his initial mood. Then, because escalating notions were also a beckoning grace, he permitted the option to pierce back into the churning, twisting system. “Faster or slower?”
He could only blink as she was washed by him, snorting a little, before ultimately relenting.
Shaking his head, he pressed his way into the cyclical movements, until he was at her side, and they were both being funneled around the springs. “This is ridiculous,” he unfurled, with the juvenile grin returning, leaning back into the ministrations and permitting it to float him along, rather than adhering to his initial mood. Then, because escalating notions were also a beckoning grace, he permitted the option to pierce back into the churning, twisting system. “Faster or slower?”
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