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Warmth radiates, and a breath is caught.
A brush across the face from a gloved hand, a playful tap on the nose to follow it.
Gentle heat surrounds.


Stillness, silence, quiet air.
And then an exhale, drawn out as if it was the last.


"You scared me."


An inaudible whisper replies to the shaken voice.


Then again, silence.





An exhale, and the air chilled. The warmth, dissapated, leaving only cold substance in its wake.

A feminine hand carresses the spot once so warm, trying to search for the heat that no longer radiated there. Across the planes and curves of the owner's face did it travel, finding no evidence of existence; only chills and shivers.



Eyes open, hiding beneath long lashes. Reality.

Quickly shut again, lids flutter, stirring in thought. Darkness.



Then does the chilled hand cover its owner's jaw, quieting questioning lips and words long stolen.

A gentle inhale.


And yet while hidden, a smirk, light childish laughter trying to escape beneath the guarding palm.



"I love you too, Silence..
...but do not let me distract you from your work!"

















Warmth again.
But that which boils the blood, as the heat of light is all too powerful.
Air is shifted into curling breezes, light shimmering from every corner as a curtain is drawn.



"My darlings! What distracts you from your job?
Carelessness!
An inch too far and you will slice your head with that prop!"



A hint of frustration, then a pause.



"Actually, do not move! It will save me the breath of firing you!"



Nervous laughter, then the shuffling of shoes upon a worn stage floor.




And a quiet giggle behind the curtain.