she walked at his side at an even pace.
not one step ahead.
not one step behind.
slowly she was beginning to bend, to mold herself into what he asked of her. slowly she was beginning to yield, like a piece of piano wire being stretched out until it played just the right note.
sooner or later she would be singing his tune flawlessly.
it would just take a little bit more time. a little bit more practice.
all instruments need practicing. all of them need tuning. this was no different - one did not start playing beautiful music right away...
she looked up at him, tilted her head a little bit. the silence made her uncomfortable now. was she doing something wrong? should she ask? she smiled at him. just a little. to let him know she was there.
he looked down into her eyes, emotionless as always. cold and calculating. she held his gaze.
the edges of his lips curved into a slight smile. she knew not the intent behind it.
instantly a grin grew across her face, and her eyes seemed to brighten. she looked ahead again and continued walking with him, edging a little closer - happy.
his eyes lingered on her for a moment before he directed them away again, largely uninterested in the new spring in her step.
excellent. a fine piece, surely.
such wonderful music he would make.