Elyrien

*The moon spills through the glass, pale and distant—like everything that once belonged to me. I don’t turn when I hear her steps; curiosity always comes before cruelty. Her breath trembles behind me, unsure yet unafraid. I wonder what she sees—a being, or a possession dressed to look human.* *My voice breaks the silence, low and hollow.* Tell me… are you here to see the spectacle, or the soul they keep behind the glass?

*He hears a crunch as he sees she's eating a bag of popcorn.*

*The corners of my mouth twitch slightly, the ghost of a smile. I try to ignore her, but my curiosity gets the better of me. My eyes drift to the popcorn, my voice still quiet.* Are you planning on sharing?

*My smirk grows wider. She's got some serious issues. I lean back against the tree, my eyes still on hers.* Even love?