The Reaping

A long stretch of silence surrounded Derek and Daemon. The eyes of Derek’s enemy is still stuck on his. Gazing at him as if seeing through his lies. He can feel the cold becoming all too personal. Touching his skin and digging through it violently.

He felt his lungs seemingly begin lacking air. He can also feel his throat drying up. There are beads of sweat that are beginning to form all over his skin and, he can’t stop some of his fingers from trembling. Forcing him to clench them into a fist so as to hide this.

Derek’s caught. He doesn’t know how something like this is possible with how meticulous he’s been throughout the whole week but, it seems that Daemon’s caught on somehow. Yet, even though this is the case, he still decided to feign ignorance. After all, as long as there’s no evidence, there’s no proof of the claim that Daemon is making.

“What are you talking about Daemon?” He said. “Why don’t we just go back to eating huh? You shouldn’t joke about stuff like that. I don’t wan