Pushed against the wall, a fist next to my head I find that I just can't make a sound.
Neither a gasp, nor a peep: not even my favored giggles and squeals of delight. Lines – What a bad puppy you are being – accompanying a chastising wiggle of my index finger, materialize only to disappear again in the chaotic muddle of sensations and thoughts that are too loud.
Your other hand grips my collar in a tighter fist and your eyes bear into mine with a fearsome ferocity that could rival the pits of hell - which have caused and seen far worse… if the way you hold yourself indicates anything. Someone as tall as you crouching, bent over while standing? I thought height was meant to help with intimidation?
Your breath mingles with the air enclosed in the little bubble you have created. It stews in the tension and disappears into the air. If I could, if it would not garner your attention I would shut my eyes tight and dearly wish to dissipate into the air, just like your breath. If I really wanted to, I suppose I could just do so.
Magic and whatnot… it kind of helps with the things... right?
You are still looking towards me, eyes as hard as the stone floor we tread upon. Your bangs do nothing to obscure the message you are trying to convey.
(Un)Fortunately, I have become rather rusty at silently speaking the truth, would you translate for me if I did what I wanted to and gave in for once?
My hand twitches slightly – as if I want to grab a hold of your hand - and I shut my eyes for the briefest of moments before plastering on the widest grin to date to cover the most heinous of truths.
Your fist around the collar loosens and your eyes soften, revealing something I can't understand with eyes shut off to such things – eyes only set to accept the lies in the world. It falls, tips of fingers grazing my chest lightly and I retain the gasp, smile widening. You turn and stomp away, face buried into your cloak.
Apoloise by One Republic. It deserves more love.