Silence.
It reigned oppressive for too long. It existed unmarred by anything so mundane as movement or expression, its only competition the need for breath by both men in the room, both otherwise frozen: both caught up by some form of distress and unable to make the first move.
A cramp in Bertran's lower back broke it as he gasped and stumbled sideways into the windowsill; Miguel's expression showed both poorly hidden relief and disappointment, and a wave of bitterness swept through Bertran.
"Let us proceed to the next meeting," Bertran said heavily, his intentions clumsy as Miguel came to assist him.
Out of the Nest and into the Snake Pit
Re: Out of the Nest and into the Snake Pit
It was perpetually amazing, in Catalina's opinion, just how frantic and critical an activity adjusting someone's appearance could be. In Corezan high society, the colours a person wore often spoke more than what came out of their mouths. It had been a mere half hour, and yet it felt like double that had passed. Cardea Concrete