savoring every breath we take

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

Considering the magnitude of his forbearance, there was some intangible thread of relief that someone would be patient for him. It pulsed gently in the crux of his heart and conjured another smile, reassured and soothed. “Thank you,” came on a lighter rumble, and he meant it, like all the other weights to his words, and would’ve been content to remain there, had his own stomach not protested the notions.

Rounds of acceptance proceeded, and the grin didn’t fade amidst the considerations, tilting his head, eyes flickering elsewhere while he recalled what he’d taken out this morning. “I have some chicken thawing. We can add something else to it. Potatoes.” He shrugged, not adverse to suggestions. Then, nearly apologetically, with the boyish tint to his features, he shrugged his shoulders. “I will have to put clothing back on though. My apologies.” Being immersed beside Evie, braziers, and the furtive little tranquility they’d concocted amongst the silent training grounds was one thing – but striding across the street in the middle of Halo’s chill was another.

Flicking at the incantations again, permitting the piles of shirts and pants and boots to rise along, until he snagged at the first article nearby.

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