 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
It was the fire that caught Mathis's attention, his gaze slipping over to watch the caged man as he destroyed the evidence of the letter. He wanted to laugh again, as their gaze met, but once again it was restricted to a smug smile. One which was concealed behind a long draw of the coffee, but which touched his eyes without restraint.
The silence between them was thick, almost unbearable, and Mathis reveled in it. He had thought this task below his skill grade, a sure thing to be boring and mundane. It wasn't the first time he was wrong, and it wasn't the first time he didn't mind admit being wrong. There was quite a bit of enjoyment to be had here, and so he lingered, counting the minutes as they ticked by and watching the creature before him.
A faint thought finally stirred him. A tickle of discontent that came from the unknown contents of the letter. His eyes slipped to the man's wand, to where the parchment had been and then all the way back up to his eyes. With a frown, Mathis stood, dumping his coffee mug in the garbage by the desk and plucking the other one up.
It was too steps before he was in front of the Skeeter. Two steps before he pushed the coffee against the man's chest. Drink up. It would look strange if he didn't.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |