—-Refracting timidly from
his wispy, calloused fingertips,
his unsteady, languid flesh,
and his quivering, sapphire irises
was a most unobtrusive flare of light;
a light quietly and meticulously veiled,
a light seeking incandescence—
a light he perceived to be a burden.
She ripped another piece of bread, but before she ate it, she looked at the expression of the blond’s face. “Is something wrong, Armin?” The brunette appeared calm— during her short ‘feast’.
▍ ▎ ▏ { ☼ } ;
❝N-Nothing!❞ Armin immediately blurted out, his face—anything but calm— flushing a faint tint of crimson. ❝I-I mean—n o t h i n g; nothing is wrong.❞ (Karma was a bitch, and it had been awfully rude of him to stare in the first place.)
