"Why so?"
"Because you are my Shield-Sister! Obviously! Are you feeling well? Did they hurt you? Those bastards w-"
"Farkas." .
The slender female took a silent moment to exhale her steady breath, she called it "moment", yet to Farkas, the silence of her had caressed his skin liked a cool summer breeze, smoothing his soul, taking away his jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough moment in this conversation, actually, every conversations they had. But on the other hand, her silence was somehow comforting and spoke for itself, it was peaceful in a way where he could feel at home and knew that no matter what happened, she would forever be there for him.
"I will ask again-"
Silence. Silence again. Silence gnawed at her insides. Silence hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. The silence was like a gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid their conversation had became. The silence was eerily unnatural, like a dawn devoid of birdsong. Silence clung to them like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them. Silence seeped into their every pore, like a poison slowly paralyzing them from either speech or movement. It lingered in the air, thick and heavy, like a blanket.
There was absolute stillness when he was with her. No air stirred the grass or leaves. No clouds drifted in the sea of blue above. No water dripped or flowed. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even his own breath seemed to die as soon as it left his nose. It was an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed, his senses became heightened. He felt like the prey even though no predator could be detected. It was as if the world were encased in a cocoon, a bubble, and there was no way out.
And he just doesn't like it.
He just doesn't like the silence she created so very well.
He just doesn't li-
She is staring at him. Calm. Nonchalant.
Her eyes are his only weakness.
Farkas frowned. It was grey. Her eyes were grey, not a dull, unremarkable grey like that of concrete or stone. They were the grey of the last ashes on a fire, tossed up on the breeze; the grey of a pigeon's wing, soft as down; the grey of the ocean an instant before dawn's first rays strike the water. Years ago, those eyes glanced his way once, and ensnared him from that moment in a net of intrigue.
Just another thing about the Lady he doesn't love.
That her ashen eyes made her stare cold, though wasn't intentionally cold, her face somehow lacked the mobility others had. Her eyes would rest on a point, even a person, and she'd stay like longer than the average person would. Others would alter their paths not to cross hers and stand further back than was customary. It was like the elongated eye contact demanded a greater degree of physical separation. It wasn't something she ever noticed herself, but to him, it was obvious and he felt a spark of contamination by association he wasn't proud of.
He hates it.
This silence between them.
