"I see… so you're a lunatic."
Isolde froze for a moment, but then slipped back into her delirious rhythm. Her voice was calm, far too calm for the words that followed.
"Do you want to die?"
Lugh sighed. He rose from the bed and brushed her hands away with the grace of someone entirely unbothered.
"Do you really think you can kill me?"
His wrists were still bound tightly with mystical chains of unknown origin. If they weren't, he might've been rubbing his forehead in exasperation.
Instead, he settled for another long, quiet breath.
Isolde glanced up, her eyes reflecting the restraints. A slow, eerie smile curled her lips.
"Finally"
She whispered.
Then she turned and left. The door slammed shut behind her, the echo of her footsteps retreating, one at a time, until, eventually, they ceased.
Lugh sat back down, his expression twisted into a rare frown. A deep one. Since arriving here, he hadn't shown many expressions at all.
