yukionnamonet | roomandshambles
Law was glad, that she wasn’t pushing the topic of the blood. Non the less, he didn’t allow any signs of relief to show on his pretty much emotionless expression - him getting at ease right now would be a sure sign that he had been hiding something.
He had been hiding something and was aware she knew it, or at least suspected. The less pieces to this puzzle he would show her, the better - she won’t know what the picture is, nor how big it is.
“My ego is just fine, Monet-ya,” the man admitted in a quiet voice, as there was no need to speak louder and leaned even closer. “I have a heart as cold as ice and something like that can’t affect it.”
Now he was the one getting too close. That close that if she moved her nose would brush his, so she just stood still, like an sculpture. Her golden hues were fixed on his whilst she studied his expression.
Cold as ice? Oh, but cold was her thing.
— ❝ And can something affect it?❞
Or he was basically a heartless man? she would push his limits to test him, and she had many ways to do so.
