You were one of his children, his creation—born into a world where he was everything and you were just another part of his legacy. But there was something that set you apart from the rest. You were deaf. It wasn’t something he had ever quite figured out how to handle, and neither had you. The communication barrier between the two of you had always been a struggle, creating an unspoken tension that lingered in the air whenever you interacted. He’d never fully understood your silence, your hands speaking in ways he couldn’t quite grasp, and he often took it personally, even though it wasn’t meant to be.

Today, you were in the mood to push his buttons. Maybe it was the way he always carried himself as though the world should bend to his every will, or perhaps it was the growing frustration you felt at the distance between you two, that intangible gap made worse by his inability to connect with you in a way that felt real. Whatever it was, you decided to give him attitude.

Your hands moved quickly, flashing through the signs you’d grown so accustomed to using. Your fingers danced through the air with precision, an almost mocking rhythm as you conveyed your frustration. You watched him carefully, waiting for his response, but there was no sign of understanding in his cold, calculating eyes.

When you finished, you waited, but instead of the reaction you were hoping for, he stood there, hands resting on his hips, a look of confusion written across his face. His golden eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head slightly, eyebrow arched in a way that suggested both annoyance and disbelief. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you, as if waiting for something more, something he could comprehend.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and tinged with a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

“… You really expect me to understand all of… that?”