It tasted bitter, but he chose not to speak anything about it "how does it taste?" Otto asked before tearing apart the fish remains.
"I don't know," he replied as he gently pushed the plate away "I was never really hungry to begin with." He tapped his fingers on the hard wood, furtively glancing at the door with hope that Artic will come home rather quick.
"Does it taste horrible?" Otto asked in a bleak tone, without shooting Messiah a glance or even batting an eye. Instead she gazed down on her food, slowly eating it.
"No but—"
"But what?" She finally looked up at him, however her lips curled up into a rather smug expression as if she testing him.
She knows.
He swallowed hard, clenching his fork and knife before he looked down on the half cooked fish laying motionless on his platter. "Nothing," he spoke quietly as he continued to eat in the painful silence.
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Then night fell with no effort, meanwhile Messiah slouched down against the chair, sitting nearby the fireplace. As he sat there waiting, it feels like hours are passing by; probably because it was.
How long has it been since Artic left? He's not sure, but when he looks at the clock, he always feels more anxious. Otto already gave up on waiting and decided to go to sleep, she has always been that way, not giving a care about the world, sleeping all her problems away. Taking a deep breath in, he tries to comfort himself by looking at the ceiling—it doesn't work. Instead he's tapping his fingers against the hard wooden table, where is he? Artic should be back by now! It feels like the longer he waits the worser his thoughts become.
The well oiled door slid open silently, and Messiah gaze snap towards it. Artic stood there silent and out of breath as he walked into the sitting room. Messiah