Dragonwriter
First Post
Jareth finally regains better control over his anger, at last forcing it back down and to the back of his mind. It still simmers, but it isn't turning his gaze red any more. He scowls as he regards Onesimus, but says nothing. You try going through my life and we'll see if you can let anger die.
Jareth stands from the table, gritting his teeth behind closed lips. He folds his arms across his chest, scowl still obvious. He pointedly avoids looking at Tira as he waits for the others to move.
Jareth stands from the table, gritting his teeth behind closed lips. He folds his arms across his chest, scowl still obvious. He pointedly avoids looking at Tira as he waits for the others to move.