Word Count: 229
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is a follow-up to Silence, of course. XD
He can't close his eyes.The mask is lost, cracked and lying discarded on the ground next to his dropped broadswords, and he doesn't care. She's staring right at him, straight into his eyes, and he just knows she's reading him like an open scroll, and he can't look away.
For a moment she says nothing, and he's not sure he's ever been so scared in his life. Of what ((rejectionhorrordisgust)) he isn't sure.
"You?" She asks finally, her voice faint and her expression confused.
He wants to look away, he really does, but he just can't bring himself to rip his eyes away from hers.
"It was you?" She inquires again, her voice bolder, and he notices that she's frowning.
She takes a step towards him. He knows he should run, but her eyes are gluing him to her, and he's frozen in place as she approaches. He can't look away, he can't close his eyes, he can't move, he can't even breathe as she reaches up to caress his face.
She gently leads his face down to hers, their noses just barely touching, and she's staring into his eyes with an intensity greater than that of any flame.
"It was you," she repeats, her uncertainty as banished as his mask. He can feel her smiling as she closes the gap between their lips.
He closes his eyes.