Usually, these little storms don't last long; they roll in and leave again, nearly as quickly. Small outbursts, usually born of frustration or just one more little thing that pushes him over the edge; easily taken care of, easily let go of, easily forgotten.
This one appears more slow-burning (crackling quietly, like the embers of a fire never quite snuffed out) after yet another argument. He brushes off any questions or any offers to do something else with i'm fine or it's okay and sulks restlessly in the nearby forest instead, turning things over and looking for who-knows-what, waiting. ]
What d'you want. [ The grumbling, almost flat voice coming out of him seems odd, more suited to one of the Waltzes than to him. ]
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Usually, these little storms don't last long; they roll in and leave again, nearly as quickly. Small outbursts, usually born of frustration or just one more little thing that pushes him over the edge; easily taken care of, easily let go of, easily forgotten.
This one appears more slow-burning (crackling quietly, like the embers of a fire never quite snuffed out) after yet another argument. He brushes off any questions or any offers to do something else with i'm fine or it's okay and sulks restlessly in the nearby forest instead, turning things over and looking for who-knows-what, waiting. ]
What d'you want. [ The grumbling, almost flat voice coming out of him seems odd, more suited to one of the Waltzes than to him. ]
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