[He twists out of the tree, catching himself on a branch and swinging down to land on the ground, the heavy thud of boots on stone.]
Right. [He says, since she's behind this, since she seems to think she knows him somehow. He steps towards her, one hand raised as a sylph settles above it, the little demon spinning in a whirl of light, like a circular saw blade made of fresh air.]
Why don't you start talking. [If he's smiling, it's just because his face tends to stay like that. This smile is just bared teeth, tense jaw, blue eyes sharp under the fall of his bangs.]
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Right. [He says, since she's behind this, since she seems to think she knows him somehow. He steps towards her, one hand raised as a sylph settles above it, the little demon spinning in a whirl of light, like a circular saw blade made of fresh air.]
Why don't you start talking. [If he's smiling, it's just because his face tends to stay like that. This smile is just bared teeth, tense jaw, blue eyes sharp under the fall of his bangs.]