#fourthact

’ well aren’t you disillusioned.‘

6 Word Story | Accepting

@fourthact

Sona hinges on the thought, just as much as the word "music" itself, of whether or not the man's comment was a genuine praise. She could swear there was a brief linger. His words and voice flowed like a steady stream, climbing over the low rocks and smoothing the debris that paves the way. Her mouth parts, puzzling over what he had said. Brows furrow at such simplicity over it all with the insistent notion that there was something more that he meant to say but refrained.

Perhaps a trick of the mind, a buried insecurity that resurfaces at uncalled times.

A sense of reluctance, though faint, causes her reactions to feel as if they are slower than they truly are. Her lips press into a polite, yet radiant smile.

golden stare fixes from inspecting the kunai. the ninja is trying to saw in small spaces in the blade to ensure it in the GUTS of his target. perhaps even this one . . . if he manages too. a dream truely. to fill the demon in front of him like a NEEDLE pillow.‘‘ . . . a little. ‘’ a short answer, followed by eyes shifting back to his current activity. cold might be bothering and masking the REAL reason of the shivers. but not shadows. NOTHING can deceive them. either way, if the man wanted him dead, he’d already be. so maybe it’d be BETTER to play along for now.‘‘ don’t you? it’s snowing rather often lately. be sure to drink lemon rose tea. ‘’

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