The pause gave Matthew a moment of thought, and the paranoia that had been living somewhere in the folds of his thoughts finally reared its ugly head. Here he was, practically being held by Ivan, who was known for his less than perfect stability. That couldn't possibly be a good thing, not at all. He could be hurt, Ivan could do something horrible that could just shatter the bits and pieces that Matthew had quickly mended already. It wouldn't take much effort on Ivan's part, it would be easy for him.
Matthew didn't realize it, but when these thoughts began winding their way through his mind he froze. Every movement came to a complete stop, though it only lasted for a moment. Quickly, almost to quickly, a small, shuddering turn took it's place. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he turned to meet Ivan's eyes. He'd never noticed, but they were a peculiar, dark purple, almost violet. They were fascinating, filled with the glimmers of childhood joy and the deadly calm gazes of a jury about to pass judgment. Somehow, even through all that, the eyes that met his held no hatred or fear, just decisions to be made. It wasn't normal. No one, not a single creature on this planet, should be able to give that look to a blood-soaked murderer. It was too calm, almost affectionate. It wasn't right.
And yet, no matter how wrong it was, it made Matthew feel at peace, if only for a second.
It just wasn't right.
So, here's the deal. I started this when my grandma was put in the hospital, and hadn't updated at all since she passed away.
So, I'm finally in a suitable enough mood to work on this again.
My apologies for the (very long and unplanned) break.
~Ali.