#daevoured

‘ HA HA HAH! ’ the laugh escapes his jolting chest, body cascading upon the ground from the unexpected force. He feels the strength from that punch of promise--who says flirting with death was so intense? It fuels something else taut behind the surface--interesting--he realizes when that ebbing emotion is excitement. Another who can dish out such a punch means he just might taste some blood after all. A snicker lines his lips, decorated prettily behind his facade--the mask cracked between the hinges--voice gravelly from his position.

                        ❝     i refuse.     ❞     -- to battle, to shed blood over a matter that she wishes could be otherwise resolved. she stands with a sword in her hand, fire dancing beneath her flesh ( imprisoned, sentenced to a realm of fear ) & she will not use them. useless are they, in moments when she has a choice. her stubborn nature announces itself & she holds to it, steadfast.