[ this flipping, like a switch— when would things feel natural and when would they not? why was there a blurring line between the obvious? something in him entices him to say what would bring anger, surely: maybe it was on purpose. but how could he want to hurt anyone on purpose—?
falco keeps his hands on his lap, and overlooks her wound closing up. at most, he has fabric to soak and dry the blood that had been spilled to the best of his ability. ]
It was a feeling. [ that danger was near, that he should act, that he should attack before being attacked— but luz's demeanor is what keeps the conflict more at bay than upfront. ] I'm not . . . Alright.
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falco keeps his hands on his lap, and overlooks her wound closing up. at most, he has fabric to soak and dry the blood that had been spilled to the best of his ability. ]
It was a feeling. [ that danger was near, that he should act, that he should attack before being attacked— but luz's demeanor is what keeps the conflict more at bay than upfront. ] I'm not . . . Alright.