yukionnamonet | roomandshambles
“You tell me, Monet-ya.” Law replied in a calm whisper. “I have it, but it’s your heart, after all.”
He moved even closer, tilting his head a bit, so they won’t actually touch. They were so close, he could see only his own yellow eyes reflecting in hers. It was her who invaded his personal space in the first place. Why wouldn’t be allowed to do as he plaases within it?
“Would you be so kind to move away, Monet-ya? I’d like to stand up, but you’re in my way.”
A small, melodious, laughter left her.
— ❝ Nothing can disturb it.❞
She explained.
— ❝ It’s like if it was made of ice.❞
The ghost of a smile appeared in her lips whilst she held his gaze, unwavering, unafraid. She would continue being unfazed to his closeness, independently of what he did.
— ❝ You say while you get closer. Trying to intimidate me, Mister Law? To make me uncomfortable or to create some sort of intimate atmosphere?❞
Because if it was the latter he was terribly bad at it.
