— columbinebound: Mute button.
my muse has twelve words left to say to yours before they cannot speak to yours again. send ‘mute button’ for what those words are
“ ––…” Oh, she knows she has but twelve more words to say to this man who stands so arrogantly before her. Her tongue curls with disgust behind her lips, eyes dark and bright as she glares up unflinchingly at him. The problem is that she has nothing to say to him. This monster that hides behind such a well-mannered facade has done nothing but confine her behind bars, and she treasures her freedom too much to willingly waste her last twelve words to him.
She has traded many a word with him, dripping in sarcasm and anger. And that is enough. Her eyes speak for her in their searing depths. There is nothing to say.