Yet, she glowed continuously, as if ignorant of the dangers that lay around her. I don't think you want to reach me, hime-sama. He told the golden woman beside him, politely, yet his posture spoke otherwise. It was difficult to say when he became such a lonely and private person, because somewhere along the lines of losing his youth and becoming a man, he had forgotten the meaning of words. His lifetime companion understood, but she didn't and she was stubbornly refusing to leave him to silence.
Silence is safe.
That much he knew. If he looked, he would've seen her sad smile. It was so unlike her to let the darkness seep into her eyes, and yet, with him she did not feel obligated to hide her soul behind the fragile glass of joy. It would shatter here, and he would shatter it. Neither of them liked any illusions that were used to trick, but both used them well.