It was the way her armor meant danger. The way it was fueled by vengeance and rage. The way it blinded her to peace.
In his eyes it meant that he was losing sleep. Or losing control.
In his mother's eyes it tinted everything she knew. It changed the meaning to a truth he was too scared to show her.
It was the racing of his heart and the burning on his face when a pretty girl looked his way. Or when a secret came out of the woodwork.
It was the reaction of flesh when the sun was too strong.
It was almost always a warning, A thing to look out for. Something to avoid.
He hardly ever listened.
Prompt from the 2016 calendar, day 16.