kings of heavy metal

His teasing words are rewarded by a giggle. Not just anyone. Yeah, right. She purses her lips in his direction, an imaginary kiss to lull him to sleep later. Two could play this game. A game of cat and mouse, where they're both unsure of whose the cat and whose the mouse. She then watches him prowl over to where she rests and sits above her, looking down at her with that piercing gaze. His words barely scratch at her, it's not the answer she cares for.

Perhaps she should have listened to her mother's history and religion lessons better. But what good would it have done? Why not create her own religion? Be her own god? Decide her own fate? Who said she had to listen to Abraxas or anyone else for that matter. And why did he believe himself so clever? She can tell by the smirk on his lips. Disbelief was for fools. A huff from her nose causes a ripple across the still surface. She twists slightly, resting her shoulder against the rocky wall. Eyes still upon him, unwavering as he finally gives her what she wants.

"Watch their faces," Calliope starts, her eyes unblinking. "When they lie, they have a tell. Their eyes blink too fast, their cheek twitches, tongue licks at their lips," she lets her own tongue reach out to glide across her lips. "The ones who are exceptionally bad will shift their weight, twitch their tails, tense at unreasonable times," this time, she lifts a paw from the watery depths to trace it tendering down his leg until it rests atop his own paw, water running in rivulets over their fur. "And do you know what you should do if you ever catch someone lying?" This time her expression shifts, eyes gaining a gleam that is both dangerous and daring as her paw tenses and nails dig into his own.

"Speech"