He shifts his weight, acknowledgement of the obvious matter-of-fact in a wrinkle at his brow. His eyes are also blue, clear and keen and measuring her top to bottom the same way he might a rabid dog: concerned mainly with her reach. ]
No.
[ She has him there. But that casual shift in center of balance has primed the angle of his shoulders into better coverage of his cache, and the absence of any guilt in confession is telling. Easy affect aside, there’s tension in the ready poise of his right hand, right about where the hilt of a sword should cross his hip.
no subject
He shifts his weight, acknowledgement of the obvious matter-of-fact in a wrinkle at his brow. His eyes are also blue, clear and keen and measuring her top to bottom the same way he might a rabid dog: concerned mainly with her reach. ]
No.
[ She has him there. But that casual shift in center of balance has primed the angle of his shoulders into better coverage of his cache, and the absence of any guilt in confession is telling. Easy affect aside, there’s tension in the ready poise of his right hand, right about where the hilt of a sword should cross his hip.
He isn’t going anywhere. ]