#codeion

THEIR  SHADOWS  STRETCH  before them on the ground of the pavement, golden now as a result of the sunset which washed everything in its golden light. Everything around them is seemingly sublunary ( nothing out of place ); the fountain murmuring, the cars driving past, the people talking as they walked past. An amalgamation of fleeting visuals and sounds that Ava had come to know just as well as Caleb did. 

Correction: better. Not opinion, but fact. Design.

Their survey correspondence, as Ava had anticipated since the beginning, had Caleb growing suspicious, remnants of paranoia feeding his concerns and his theories. Ava had never harbored the intention to drive him on so much, nor did the thought of physically killing Caleb ghost her motivations. Consequences were terribly easy to predict yet difficult to control once set in motion. Ava was the catalyst. 

There’s no glass wall between them now, no small, white box of a camera to track and monitor their speech or actions. There was no ruse of a test or a session. In this moment, and to the outside world; they are simply Ava and Caleb, two people standing a comfortable distance from one another. Ava’s dress is blue. Sepia eyes meet his, no decipherable emotion present within. Beneath the layers of placidity however, rests a tinge of dissatisfaction. You weren’t as culpable as Nathan. ❛ I had no motive to end your life, Caleb. ❜ 

A warmer tone had befallen her choice of color in outfits. From the cool blue of the first time she had donned the dress, to the now warm orange hue of the fabric. Bordering on red, but not quite. Progression. Fingers cling to one another, fold into her palms, interlock on her lap. There’s a reason for this, besides the purpose of display. One she voices once ritual greetings were exchanged. ❛ Do you want to see what I drew today ? ❜