[he doesn't flinch when he hears the sound of projectiles hitting the air; though he could predict their trajectory and inevitable destination, he makes no movement to stop them. his eyes settle on the Keys before him-- watching this glimmer of something not unfamiliar in the air. he could have fought back. he could have done any number of things in avoidance, but -- in the end... all he does is stand perfectly still and observe this change to his surroundings.
...
the oppressive -push- downward, weight, would definitely have a 'normal' man beginning to falter if not completely caving entirely. he gets the message behind this display of 'force,' because of it.
but she knows, already. doesnt she?
she knows he isn't the 'average'.
he tilts half-way to look at her over his shoulder. nothing in his posture has changed; his breathing remains steady and even, body relaxed and showing no signs of retaliation or strain. the only true alteration is something in blue eyes... something detached and-- strange. strange...]
...You're going to stop me?
[make herself his enemy? is this what Ciel truly wants...?
no subject
...
the oppressive -push- downward, weight, would definitely have a 'normal' man beginning to falter if not completely caving entirely. he gets the message behind this display of 'force,' because of it.
but she knows, already. doesnt she?
she knows he isn't the 'average'.
he tilts half-way to look at her over his shoulder. nothing in his posture has changed; his breathing remains steady and even, body relaxed and showing no signs of retaliation or strain. the only true alteration is something in blue eyes... something detached and-- strange. strange...]
...You're going to stop me?
[make herself his enemy? is this what Ciel truly wants...?
...are these the lengths she would go...]