❛ when i’m angry, i don’t yell i burn. ❜
poetry rp starters | (x)
(𝒮𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉) —- She was startled at his current statement, yet uncertain how she would respond to it. However, pools of umber gently glance in his direction, searching with mild hesitation, yet there was nothing for the petite Mage to analyze – the Dark Mage himself, was a tough ‘read’, and it brought subtle frustration on Levy’s part. Having been well-known for deciphering countless books - especially holding knowledge in the field of languages – she found that it was (highly) possible to ‘read’ all humans, and Mage’s alike. Nevertheless, she’d come across people - of both titles- that you could never ‘read’, no matter how specialized you were in both fields, and sometimes, she couldn’t do anything about it. Zeref was one of those ‘cases’, unreadable and a mystery. For now, she’d have to accept that.
Eyebrows knitted together (gently) at her thoughts - it’d been a while now - her lower jaw protrudes slightly, ‘fore lips parted in a reply, and she hoped that it would make sense to Zeref, “Anger is like a fire,” pausing for merely a second, he knew that of course (who didn’t?) but she’d continued with a breathless whisper, “ add too much fuel and eventually, you loose control of it – it’ll consume everything standing in it’s path, until there’s nothing left for it to devour.” She feels the faint warmth creeping along her cheekbones (embarrassed that she’d went into depth on the analogy) once she finishes her response, soft bronze meeting dark optics, hoping that he understood that he too would be consumed.
