you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
The Sword furrowed his brows, lost in that train of thought – for he’d never would have pushed hope and faith into semblances of skills. Expertise in tactical maneuvers, in how to undermine one’s opponent, in how to calculate and orchestrate sieges, had been drilled into him since he was young – and the former not so much instilled. Not rooted like armaments. Not grounded like shields. He gave a nod in turn, portioning and partitioning it into a newer, vaguer understanding, another modicum he had to try every day.
Smile not dimmed, but different, perhaps with an angle of satisfaction, rather than pretenses or mischief, piercing eyes given over to the skillet, but mind taking it all in, still listening. “Sometimes I think it might be in action too. Those have always spoken louder.” How often they’d helped and assisted, how often they’d saved and preserved, how often all those intermingling enchantments and incantations had driven back monsters or mended broken souls. Not everyone could choose to become Hybrids as he’d done. Not everyone would want to bow their heads to deities or heralds. “Acceptance could start with more people, and then we go from there.” But he laughed at her plan – images and pictures coming to mind of discontent; even if more pain had seemingly come from being ignored. “Or Attuned,” already favored.
Smile not dimmed, but different, perhaps with an angle of satisfaction, rather than pretenses or mischief, piercing eyes given over to the skillet, but mind taking it all in, still listening. “Sometimes I think it might be in action too. Those have always spoken louder.” How often they’d helped and assisted, how often they’d saved and preserved, how often all those intermingling enchantments and incantations had driven back monsters or mended broken souls. Not everyone could choose to become Hybrids as he’d done. Not everyone would want to bow their heads to deities or heralds. “Acceptance could start with more people, and then we go from there.” But he laughed at her plan – images and pictures coming to mind of discontent; even if more pain had seemingly come from being ignored. “Or Attuned,” already favored.
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