“when push comes to shove, this is where i come to get away from it all. Ever try walking in the sand with nobody else around and only the sea to talk to you? It’s quite soothing, even if you can’t always understand what the sea is saying back to you. It felt more natural to walk around in his socks or even just his bare feet. His lips twitch upwards into a gentle smile, that of which brings a slight twinkle to his eyes as he takes off his boots to set them aside─ mere force of habit than anything else. He watches her walk over to the bean bag and sprawl over it. He’d not say a word of how at home he feels in a timeline so far from this home that he couldn’t put any description to it other than ‘humble chaos’. He’d not say a word of how blood rituals were as normal as going grocery shopping, and that his only disagreement with it is how his housemate tracks bloody footprints through the halls like a child that came in from playing in puddles left by the rain. He’d not say a word of how he makes helicopters go ragdoll and occasionally turn into different shapes by morphing their structure ever so slightly. Unless asked how he spends his days lately, he’d not say a word of how spells like that were hardly a drop in the ocean of how he uses actually his magic. shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing. sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in brows. being unable to move from current place / frozen still. tipping head back but maintaining eye contact. palms flat and facing outward.ĬONFIDENCE. loss of humor / taking everything too literal. italic only applies situationally / sometimesĭEFENSIVENESS.
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