—-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.
Cut her some slack, she could have said something much worse.
She jumped, naturally, not having noticed she’d been staring. By some miracle. You’d think she’s notice that she’s been staring at blondie over there for the past two minutes.
“Haha, I wasn’t staring, promise.” Lies. So many lies.
Slack has been cut(not really).
Armin felt a chuckle elude his lips upon witnessing the girl squirm, offering her a polite half-smile at an attempt to lighten the mood (he had never been too keen on that, by the way—in fact, he was much more adept in creating awkward atmospheres rather than improving them.).
“No harm done,” he replied amiably, managing to slip away from her evident cover-up.