Rising Suspicion

Amelia stopped looking so conceited all of a sudden. Her gaze stared dull… any and all emotions but consumed by the inky blackness brimming within. 

Usually, I knew her one of two ways - high and mighty, or angry and intense. Her reactions, responses, would usually fall into one of these categories with very little in-between. 

Except sometimes for the few instances that just couldn't be sorted. When her rigid stare would sometimes falter, and her tone just couldn't quite be placed. It very rarely ever happens, but they happen.

It was happening right then.

"You honestly believe there to be a grander intention, do you?" She asked me. "I ask you then, for what other reason could I possibly have for being here?" 

It seems almost, even in slumber, Adalia could sense the sudden shift in the ambiance as she lightly moaned and squirmed in place… her legs brushing against Amelia's back.