HE’S NEVER BEEN PARTICULARLY voluble ; stony optics & something resembling a hard snarl have been his social modus operandi & they have yet to fail him. he likes being intimidating ; it’s not hard. towering at six foot five, knives tucked neat into steel-toed boots, it’s a wonder why anyone has bothered approaching him in the first place.
THIS IS NO DIFFERENT. defined limbs cross against his chin as he fixes the other with a quirked & scarred brow ; a staccato rhythm taps itself out under the heel of a scuffed boot as he waits for the other’s vocalisations to fall first. ( perhaps he’s biting his tongue --- - perhaps he has nothing to say in a dimmed silence. why destroy something so precious ? ) he can only handle so much, though.
‘ are you P E R F E C T L Y alright there ? ’
@bruisingroses.
