WERE IT ANY OTHER TIME, perhaps this would be a joyous reunion between the two siblings. the cool, black strands of hair, falling over such sorrowful, purple eyes — the guilt laden in them is only matched by the spark of subdued annoyance, smoldering as if their crimson hue were but a fire that awaits to become wild. ❝ I should have figured you would end up back here, Brother, ❞ she speaks, her tone strikingly even, both arms tucking behind her back idly with each step of hers in tandem with his own.
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀her beloved brother was never one to be exempt from her emotional whims.
eyes drift from his direction, a simple note of their surroundings, barren save for them upon their leisurely stroll. ❝ It is a little funny I have yet to see Jack all this time, though. I'm almost beginning to think these Stars of ours have some aversion to him. ❞ lips press together in a soft hum, reminiscent of a tune since lost to time itself, all before the deliberate pause in her steps as if to accentuate a point. so, she turns thereafter, careful in how she blocks his path with a curious, yet dangerous, glint in her gaze.
❝ Well? What are your thoughts on that, Brother? ❞
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