[ He agrees. Easier now to do that. The older he gets, the better sense it makes, having kids run laps for a scuffle. Can’t be angry without the lungs. ]
Harder, maybe — when there’s a conflict, and can’t no one touch it direct. Makes disagreeing feel bigger than it is.
[ Killing each other with courtesy. Shouting might scare Benedict, but he still got run over at a pleasant volume. Cedric picks at a gauntlet, glances up to watch her swing. A memory, unbidden, of heat lifting stain; scraped knees marked in the sappy lift of colour. ]
no subject
[ He agrees. Easier now to do that. The older he gets, the better sense it makes, having kids run laps for a scuffle. Can’t be angry without the lungs. ]
Harder, maybe — when there’s a conflict, and can’t no one touch it direct. Makes disagreeing feel bigger than it is.
[ Killing each other with courtesy. Shouting might scare Benedict, but he still got run over at a pleasant volume. Cedric picks at a gauntlet, glances up to watch her swing. A memory, unbidden, of heat lifting stain; scraped knees marked in the sappy lift of colour. ]
What felt iffy?