Rests head on her shoulder, whining softly.
They take her by surprise, and in that one instant of unexpected contact on her body and sound in her ears. Lisa feels a shiver run up and down her back with a hollow echo like the chiming of bells. And for one fleeting moment, her own inner likeness coils up inside her soul. Her white hand gropes in the darkness, hovering between a soft palm and thin fingers to narrow claws.
Of course Lisa doesn’t have anything to worry about. It was hard (not impossible) to make Nothing break her own aloof character, even with some familial moping.
Of course Lisa combed her fingers over Principal’s neck, finding a place rife with plumage and stroking them in a manner she hoped was soothing. Honestly, Lisa was not cuddly. She was not warm. Sometimes she wasn’t even nice, so it was a mystery what kept bringing Rose’s hollow to her for companionship.
She was here. That was something. She was here and a friend. Someone had to take care of them, and a friend was best.
Yellow eyes glint through the dark slot of a face with no features. Just gold and bone and always watching. Lisa’s hand runs circles around Principal’s back narrow back, over the bumps of their spine, and Nothing flits in close enough. Close enough to hear Principal’s sad song, to hear even the blood being pushed through their veins. They are the sound, she is the echo.