It's Hard to Breathe

Consequences

"Well, we really think you guys are cute together-" Glimmer uttered, only to come to a screeching halt when two pairs of eyes belonging to the people in question shot glaring darts at her.

"We are not supposed to be cute. We are supposed to be feared." They said in unison.

Everyone momentarily forgot that they were about to get almost killed, and made lovey dovey faces in spite of themselves.

"They even talk the same." Umber said, not thinking what would happen to her in the future.

Fintan and Gisela shot everyone the evil eye, but Ruy got a strong blast of scorn.

Fintan crossed his arms and glared even more vehemently at his friends. Beside him, Gisela mirrored his stance with a cunning air.

Ruy muttered something, but the duo only caught, "So alike without realizing." They glared harder, and Fintan fisted his hands instead.

Ruy snorted, and Gethen mumbled something about, "Identical expressions."

Gisela shot lasers out of her orbs, causing everyone to shrink back in fear. Fintan decided to go for annoyed/disgusted rather than angry, and curled his lip in distaste.

Brant rolled his eyes, but paused when Gisela fired a poison glower at him.

Alvar uttered, "Live in fear of the scary girlfriend" under his breath. 

Fintan's mouth curled even more as he observed his friends.

"Guys, could you cut that out? It's pretty creepy." Circ interceded, much to the relief of everyone in the room except for Fintan, Gisela, and Vespera, who didn't mind the sizing-up since she didn't really care about the romantic state of the pair, anyway.

"Seriously, quit it." Umber spoke up, finding her voice thanks to Circ's example.

Gisela replied with searing gaze travelling over everyone while Fintan arched his eyebrows in a Seriously? motion.

"Would you stop that!" Brant exclaimed as both gazes eyed him head-to-toe before moving on. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, both trails grabbed him again in a beam of fury, curiosity, and annoyance.

"What did you say?" Fintan demanded, deepening his glare.

"I asked you to stop glaring at everyone." Brant said, speaking for everyone. "In fact,-" He continued, finding his courage, only to sputter to a halt when Gisela gave him a healthy dose of her famous death glare.

"Yes?" Fintan demanded.

"We would like to you to please stop glaring and sneering at us." He said, defeated. "You win. We'll stop teasing you two."

Gisela softened her glare.

Fintan sighed.

"Well, I guess you all are only human after all, with human flaws." He said.

"Does that mean you forgive us?" Glimmer asked hopefully.

"Fine." Gisela snapped, and eased off the glaring.

Fintan nodded his consent, and twisted his mouth around to form a small smile.

Everyone minus Vespera sighed in relief. She still didn't care if she was being scrutinized, and she didn't give a rat's behind about the loving state of the team. 

Gisela said, "Well, we definitely missed the objective of truth of dare. So, new game. Any ideas?"

"How about a round of Would You Rather?" Glimmer asked.

"Sure."

"Fine with me." Gisela and Fintan agreed.

"Who's going first?" Gethen wondered, looking around at everyone while he waited for them to speak up.

Everyone looked around the room, daring a person to speak up.

After a couple a minutes, a voice broke the silence.