you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
The gratitude was there just the same – leaning into the caress, returning his own with a gentle bump of his lips to her nose, a long and slow breath flickering over pale skin, before retreating to clothes and planning. Boxers and pants slipped back on, socks and boots following, the residual return of heat and warmth with no need of the braziers. His eyes flicked upward in thought at the vegetables, arms maneuvering through coat sleeves. “We can probably grab some at the greenhouse,” not far from his own home directly across from the barracks – figuring the process wouldn’t take long at all.
His gaze ran over her thereafter, glancing at the offered hand, before snorting, and tugging it into his larger, calloused one. In no time at all he’d dragged her away from the training portions and back into the main hall, utilizing his free hand to snag at his drawings, folding them into deep fur pockets, and a whistle to follow. At the signal Belial launched from the hearth, while Zuriel took her time, sovereign and queenly. By the time he’d snagged his bag over his shoulder they all seemed ready to depart, door closing behind them as companions ambled along.
It was late enough that there weren’t too many milling out and about, moon bright against a backdrop of cloudless evening, breaths pluming and rising, strides long despite his intent to not move as swiftly with Evie in tow. “See what we can find,” he smirked, gesturing towards the glassy veneer before them.
His gaze ran over her thereafter, glancing at the offered hand, before snorting, and tugging it into his larger, calloused one. In no time at all he’d dragged her away from the training portions and back into the main hall, utilizing his free hand to snag at his drawings, folding them into deep fur pockets, and a whistle to follow. At the signal Belial launched from the hearth, while Zuriel took her time, sovereign and queenly. By the time he’d snagged his bag over his shoulder they all seemed ready to depart, door closing behind them as companions ambled along.
It was late enough that there weren’t too many milling out and about, moon bright against a backdrop of cloudless evening, breaths pluming and rising, strides long despite his intent to not move as swiftly with Evie in tow. “See what we can find,” he smirked, gesturing towards the glassy veneer before them.
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