@fayetalistic continued.
the tell-tale signs were there, marked on her face with each tic of her brows or quirk of her lips. “ you’re never really good at lying. “ he shifts his body on the couch, weight transferring onto his back. lies drip from her lips as the glass of truth remains held between his lying teeth ; there will always be some mistruth separating them, as well as everyone else on this ship.
“ hmm, “ is laden with doubt. pushing the blame onto someone else -- now where has he seen that before and how has that situation unraveled ? “ why stop there ? might as well blame ein while you’re at it, too. “











