@kxminokxe | con .
SPEAR SHARP & COMPELLING as a swift sword , lingering inches away from his tall , lingering body a mere moment from a quick , sudden end . even when threaten , lost stood , not one sign of fear coursing through veins . instead , legs remained stiff as the trees surrounding the beings a large , sharp hand presenting an apple as gently as possible ; careful not to puncture or bruise through the crimson skin .
he had no use for fighting , nor did he quite want to . ingredients were laid out back at home , & if he had intimidated & fought the other there may of been a chance of nobody coming home to put them away where they belonged . such a thought caused his chest to fall heavy .
dark hues gazed at the other , noticing how her colors complimented her tone of hair ; briefly skimming over the fact a halo hung above her head .
“ the apples are sweet here . try it . ”
