Amidst the Crash of Worlds
Seraphina
06-07-2021, 12:09 AM
She couldn’t help herself, her lip twitched in wry amusement as his dark humor got under her skin. He chatted along so easily, so effortlessly, like charisma was just a charming quirk he could pick up and put down as he pleased. Sera knew she was awkward and uncertain, holding herself around that fear in her core that she just couldn’t shake.
He got up then, shaking himself off, and moving. She tensed, expecting… something, and was caught by surprise when he moved away again. Going for his armour, and looking utterly nonplussed. Instead of picking up the pieces, he sat down beside them, and then sprawled on the grass. As though he had not a care in the world.
She was wrong, he had no intention of chasing her. He was such an enigma to him. So careless and at ease in his own skin. He didn’t follow any of the rules. He did kill a wolf and then snarl and sneer and threaten. He just… he just sat there, calm as could be. Smug, even.
She huffed, indignant. “What, that’s it? You killed a man and that's the best threat you can come up with?”
She really should use his turned back as a chance to escape. Get back to her paws, flee. Instead, when she rose, she stepped a little closer. Using the height from standing to get a better look at him and his armor. “Aren’t you even going to tell me your name? So I know who I'm mentioning to not be believed” - did that even make any sense? Grief.
"Speech"
He got up then, shaking himself off, and moving. She tensed, expecting… something, and was caught by surprise when he moved away again. Going for his armour, and looking utterly nonplussed. Instead of picking up the pieces, he sat down beside them, and then sprawled on the grass. As though he had not a care in the world.
She was wrong, he had no intention of chasing her. He was such an enigma to him. So careless and at ease in his own skin. He didn’t follow any of the rules. He did kill a wolf and then snarl and sneer and threaten. He just… he just sat there, calm as could be. Smug, even.
She huffed, indignant. “What, that’s it? You killed a man and that's the best threat you can come up with?”
She really should use his turned back as a chance to escape. Get back to her paws, flee. Instead, when she rose, she stepped a little closer. Using the height from standing to get a better look at him and his armor. “Aren’t you even going to tell me your name? So I know who I'm mentioning to not be believed” - did that even make any sense? Grief.