03-13-2021, 07:55 PM
GRAVITAS
The volume of her voice catches him off-guard and a fresh wave of diamonds ripples across his skin from hip to shoulder. (Such a strange reaction, he thinks, and he immediately resents it. Resents how weak it makes him look, resents how visible it makes the sharp spike of surprise that had spiraled through him. But things had been so quiet for so long that her voice had hit him like a sonic boom in a way that he had not been prepared for.)
He exhales a sharp breath and he shakes his head, gritting his teeth as the diamonds sink back beneath the surface of his skin. Though they remain splashed across his brow even still. They linger, too, on his chest but he is just as aware of these.
He takes a half-step backwards away from her, though he does not immediately speak. He does not meet her annoyance with annoyance. Is this surrender? Or something else entirely? He is not a coward, Gravitas. But he will not needlessly fight either, he has learned that the hard way. He will not waste his energy where he does not have to. It is the faintest hint of amusement he hears in her voice that keeps him from turning and heading back the way he had come.
She turns the question back on him, just as loud. And, though he is still troubled by the volume of her voice, he feels something in his chest loosen. He swallows and turns his gaze away from her to the darkness that closes in around them. Pressing in with a new insistence, a kind of perpetual urgency. “Yes,” he says, pulling his attention back to her face, “just not this particular darkness.” There, the faintest ghost of a smile in the furthest corner of his mouth before it is gone again.
“Might consider lowering your voice or you’ll attract some unwanted company,” he warns after a beat of silence.
He exhales a sharp breath and he shakes his head, gritting his teeth as the diamonds sink back beneath the surface of his skin. Though they remain splashed across his brow even still. They linger, too, on his chest but he is just as aware of these.
He takes a half-step backwards away from her, though he does not immediately speak. He does not meet her annoyance with annoyance. Is this surrender? Or something else entirely? He is not a coward, Gravitas. But he will not needlessly fight either, he has learned that the hard way. He will not waste his energy where he does not have to. It is the faintest hint of amusement he hears in her voice that keeps him from turning and heading back the way he had come.
She turns the question back on him, just as loud. And, though he is still troubled by the volume of her voice, he feels something in his chest loosen. He swallows and turns his gaze away from her to the darkness that closes in around them. Pressing in with a new insistence, a kind of perpetual urgency. “Yes,” he says, pulling his attention back to her face, “just not this particular darkness.” There, the faintest ghost of a smile in the furthest corner of his mouth before it is gone again.
“Might consider lowering your voice or you’ll attract some unwanted company,” he warns after a beat of silence.
@[Anuya]
@[The Monsters] i am ONCE AGAIN asking you to mess with his flight without wings!