Feb 26, 2017
@arvious
vexation tears a sharp exhale, jagged irritation that sours a usually complacent expression ( directed not towards her, of course, such a thing he’d never dream of, but towards his own incapabilities that aren’t for a lack of trying ). shoulders roll, attempt to ease tautness strung across them; fingers a struggling flex to resist the urge to run back to well worn ruts and ignore such a glaring weakness.
❛ just... show me again. ❜ please lies in the inflection, as does the obstinacy that he’ll grasp magic yet despite it being a thing unrelenting against brute force. a little nurturing is necessary, that’s all— hopefully crowe is in possession of enough patience for it.
