1.03.2008

Catch the mouse.

Tic's eyes shot open, fingers unclenching from the chair. The man's lips were upon his, the gaze upon his wide eyes. His head began to turn, but before he could comprehend what had happened, he fell captive to the man's stare.

His body relaxed, lips parted, voice quiet. A blank, calm expression washed over his face, his eyes. Again, all the room and fire seemed to fade, leaving him and Larkin existing alone. The familiar discontentment filled him, shrouding his thoughts with illusion. All he knew was the uncomfortable, bland feeling; the only way out of it was to please those orange eyes.

He stared on, weak against the forces that took him into their grasp. It held him firmly, now, looking upon him with satisfaction. He couldn't resist, not anymore, not now. It would take too much energy, and seemed pointless, distant. Though he couldn't think, somewhere in his mind, he knew he couldn't fight. Larkin's words before were so convincing, so true. Maybe, he was finally caught. Maybe, there was no longer a way out. Maybe..

..Miraye.. ?

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