Drabble [Outsides] Mage
Deacon walked across the courtyard exiting the consilia. Joule kept pace.
She was a languid and easy-going woman. She watched Deacon with a casual, almost nonchalant interest. But Deacon could tell more than that.
Her interest was a bit too precise to be entirely passive. She was sizing him up.
Behind his eyes, a heat grew and itched behind his vision. Paranoid whispers told him to take her out before she became a threat.
Deacon shook away the voice. The heat died down and he turned to smile at her.
"She's not a threat." he thought to himself. "I am."
She was a languid and easy-going woman. She watched Deacon with a casual, almost nonchalant interest. But Deacon could tell more than that.
Her interest was a bit too precise to be entirely passive. She was sizing him up.
Behind his eyes, a heat grew and itched behind his vision. Paranoid whispers told him to take her out before she became a threat.
Deacon shook away the voice. The heat died down and he turned to smile at her.
"She's not a threat." he thought to himself. "I am."