[ the corners of adam's eyes narrow very slightly, very briefly, so quickly that it might almost go unnoticed. being met with a counter-question in place of an actual answer irritates him mildly, but not enough to disengage. curiosity, it seems, wins out, so adam considers the question carefully, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he sucks what's left of the juice from the slice of apple in his mouth.
idly, he rubs his sticky thumb and forefinger together as he thinks. ]
... Fragile, [ is what he comes up with eventually, meeting zephir's eyes, but he doesn't stop there. ] Persistent.
[ he opens his hand slowly, turns it over for the moth on his knuckles, palm full of mutilated fruit. ]
no subject
idly, he rubs his sticky thumb and forefinger together as he thinks. ]
... Fragile, [ is what he comes up with eventually, meeting zephir's eyes, but he doesn't stop there. ] Persistent.
[ he opens his hand slowly, turns it over for the moth on his knuckles, palm full of mutilated fruit. ]
Or were you looking for something less abstract?