[ Except the way he says it, the words are distracted. Tinged away from the careful neutral he would've preferred. The neutral that he's been carrying like a cloak ever since the first time he'd frozen someone's veins to ice. It's a break in the facade, one that's been so easily worn until now.
Suddenly weary alongside the tension, he breathes out a sigh, fingers tracing the beginnings of condensation on the glass.
If he wanted, he could chill it. He doesn't think he could do much else, that all his effort would be bent into such a simple task. ]
No, another lapse. Our past was rather ugly, wasn't it?
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[ Except the way he says it, the words are distracted. Tinged away from the careful neutral he would've preferred. The neutral that he's been carrying like a cloak ever since the first time he'd frozen someone's veins to ice. It's a break in the facade, one that's been so easily worn until now.
Suddenly weary alongside the tension, he breathes out a sigh, fingers tracing the beginnings of condensation on the glass.
If he wanted, he could chill it. He doesn't think he could do much else, that all his effort would be bent into such a simple task. ]
No, another lapse. Our past was rather ugly, wasn't it?