she sits curled like a wounded animal, her midnight blue claws over her ears, the stone wall to her naked back. and this one single room at this one solitary second out of an infinite more is filled with a silence just loud enough to overpower her, giving an illusion that if someone were to stop breathing long enough to listen closely, the tension would become sounds and the sounds would become words and the words, thoughts... but no one else would be able to follow their waves she lifts her head whenever someone comes around, removing her hands from her ears, a faint smile hiding the noise in her head. after all, her thoughts are hers and hers alone. there's a comfort in this, and a darkness. maybe it's better that way, but it would be nice, if just once, when she was glancing around a room, wondering what everyone else is thinking, if she would catch just one other person searching for the same thing. their eyes would meet for just a second, just one moment out of an infinite more, and their shared silence would speak for itself.