Just FYI, I no longer post art on this site. If you want to see my art, go to my tumblr.
I always tag it as 'my art.' It isn't strictly an art blog. It's mostly a fandom blog. Nonetheless, you can I guess go look.
The DanceThe tension that was drawn out between them was cruel and sharp, cutting them both like razor wire. The two were each looking pointedly away from the other. Zxy's shoulders were hunched, but his posture was rigid. Every muscle in Kane's body was taut, and she was leaning forward just enough to give the impression of an animal about to bolt. She looked the way she felt.The Dance by ~Rinnian
"Why does it always wind up like this?" Zxy asked. His voice was soft, belying the shouting match they'd just been having. He stood near the window, and from the corner of his eye, he could see the curtains of his neighbor's house flutter. She had been watching. She'd probably even heard them screaming. It didn't matter to him at all, he couldn't be bothered with what she thought. The only person whose words mattered to him was Kane.
"You're not totally innocent," she said in a small, defensive tone as if she felt the blame being shifted to her.
"Never said I was."
They lapsed into another painful silence.