[m] The Weight of Living

Crescendo stood over the fae, looking down at her. as she motioned for him to sit, he did, then lay down on his side directly opposite of her. She played the game well, this fae. Very well. He smiled, deadly and cunning. "Yes, I wondered the same thing. That had to change immediately, of course" As his eyes traveled over her body again, his breathing changed slightly, becoming harsher, deeper. Silver eyes burned, but he kept his face and voice carefully neutral.