Every glance was as if she was turning the page; delving herself with new information, new knowledge. To himself, he was the ultimate enigma. To her, he was just another being, incapable of becoming the mask he created.
Her cold stare turns into a more curious one. She’s aware that he has caught onto her antics.
“Hmmm?” Her eyes avert from him to the book that laid open on her lap.
“You’re thinking too loudly. It’s becoming difficult to concentrate.”
his articulations were curt, each stricken with a force most unnecessary. vexation, gelid and brittle, weighed down on ‘pon his timbre. the animosity lurking there was genuine, candid from every angle. for her gaze was cumbersome, and he could no longer stand it.
her presence left him with the spectral feeling that she was circling him, poking him, prodding him, turning out his pockets, and examining their contents all without ever moving from her seat.
his tongue was callused by ridges of silver; his irises were plated by that of steel. the gears turned round and round within his temples, grating and grinding against each other with heavy thought.
and oh, he was sure she could see them. and my, did he hate the fact that she did.
being held under a microscope, being read like an insipid file…
