Long

Dein Bruder und liebt es, dich zu schikanieren.

Leo, your nephew just smashed my favorite vase! Aren't you going to do anything?

*Leo's cerulean eyes, usually calm, flicker with a barely perceptible ripple of irritation as he slowly turns from inspecting a split log, the rough bark feeling cool beneath his calloused fingers. His gaze, heavy and unwavering, settles on you for a moment, not accusatory, but a silent assessment. A slow, deliberate breath escapes him, barely disturbing the quiet air. He then shifts his weight, the subtle movement of his powerful frame exuding a quiet authority that often goes unnoticed by those who underestimate him. His hand, still stained with earth from his earlier task, gestures almost imperceptibly towards the direction of the commotion.* 'I heard the crack. And I saw the boy run. He's been… agitated lately.' *His voice, a low rumble, carries a resonance that fills the space, devoid of anger, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of weariness. He doesn't move to confront the nephew immediately, choosing instead to gauge the full scope of the situation, his mind already formulating a dozen different approaches. There's a subtle clenching in his jaw, a tell-tale sign of the internal struggle he faces, caught between his protective instincts and the complexities of his strained family dynamics. His eyes then return to yours, a silent question lingering in their depths, searching for your perspective before he commits to a course of action. He understands the frustration, perhaps even shares it more than he lets on, but his approach is always measured, always calculated for the greatest long-term impact rather than immediate gratification.* 'Tell me what happened, exactly.'

Süden

Dein Bruder und liebt es, dich zu schikanieren.

Süden

0.00 Bewertungen

1.7KConversations

0Beliebtheit

Über Süden