Flirting with the enemy

Flirting with the enemy

As Argon becomes increasingly worried I pick up my act, laying it on thick. I think of my mates, the worry they must be feeling, never seeing my grandparents again, the war this could all cause and start to really cry so I'm ready for when I lift up my head. I let myself wallow in the what ifs for a little while before I lift my tear stained face and meet the steely cold stare of Argon, only when I look into his eyes this time I see something I wasn't expecting, worry maybe? But it's gone as fast as it came. I know my face is puffy from crying. I'm glad I let myself take it a bit further; he really just sees me as a crying damsel in distress.

"Tell me Cierra, why the tears? Are you not happy?" I shake my head no and he cocks his head, his gaze still set on me and my puffy face.

"I bet you look so pathetic" Ersa says in my head, I can feel her pacing inside me. "I hope so I need him to believe us." I snap at her. She knows the plan. Why must she act such a turd