Prismatic

We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.

She has always been the quiet he could deal with. Clyde, for the most part, consisted his daily life with noise. Whether it be from his phone, the television, the radio, or background phenomenon. With Wendy? Her presence was enough. It has always been like that, strangely, but it was the kind of silent comfort Clyde was completely okay with. So imagine having her not around when he was just getting used to it — imbalance. 

She often craved for the quiet, the peace. Her sisters had too much energy. It quickly wore her out. Maybe she was easily exhausted. Her lack of sleep and lack of endurance didn't help. She was too stubborn to admit to it, though. Clyde didn't mind her almost selective mutism. One of the many things she appreciated about him. He didn't demand answers, yet he was always there. Whenever she needed him.

"In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it."

"But you’re not." Was his instant reply, as if he knew that was going to be her threat against him. The more time they were spending together, the easier it was for him to figure out her intentions, although for now he made no move. He was going to let her unleash herself and test exactly how much further until he’d step up. Underestimating, that was exactly what he was doing, not considering for a single second that the situation might not turn in his favor.  Baekhyun — he had always been a little too self confident with his strength and strategies, and that was mainly because he made sure to surround himself with people that weren’t on the same level as he was.

If she would let go of her sanity, she could easily overpower him. She could have gotten away, before this had started. But she is not like him. She doesn't gain satisfaction from hurting others. The only instance she would ever intentionally hurt someone was to protect her sisters and brother. She never really needed to, otherwise. For once in her life, she wished that she had listened to her father a bit more. Or at least had stuck to her training. Her mind was attempting to work another escape route, until his nails dug into her skin. She cringed, her teeth sunk instantly into her lip. She didn't know the extent of her pain tolerance. She had bruised herself and accidentally received paper cuts as a kid, that was natural though.  

For all he cared, he couldn’t even remember how they ended in this position to begin with; maybe he was a bit too provocative with words, maybe he spoke too much once again ( he was famous for that ) , maybe he just — wanted this. Wanted to cause her despair to the point of breaking, to the point where the was nothing else to do but fight against it. You do have to face your fears at some point, right? Baekhyun is more than glad to help her get over it, getting a benefit out of this, her bleak expression is what kept him going, knowing he hadn’t pushed the last button yet. With determination he was going to follow each step, until she’d eventually crumble between his fingers and all he’ll do? Laugh, laugh and chant childish words of ‘I told you’ and ‘Oh, poor sheep!’ for now though, he’l observe with haw eyes and expect the chaos to unleash before him. Just a little longer.

"I could drown you," she states, not even really paying attention to what she saying. She wasn't a mouse. She was a storm. She was an ocean. Her control was slipping. Fear was a motivation. One she didn't particularly want. One she still had to learn how to control. Her emotions were a range of things, as were her powers. They were closely linked. Almost too close, in her opinion. Her powers increased with her emotions. Her fingers flexed once more. This wasn't going to end easily for either of them. Her attention was no longer on him but her hand. His taunts still lingered in the back of her mind. Wendy shuddered again before letting instinct take over.