who? @dhcmpirs
where? kay’s room
Her routine hadn’t felt right since Mercuralia, thrown off-balance by her own realizations and by a singular realization: Kay is avoiding her. It’s small, the avoidance, in the grand matter of things, but to her it is noticeable. He still does his duty as a marshal, but he is her brother in all but blood and she knows him. She knows when he is hiding something, knows when he doesn’t want to talk about what bothers him. Cloe knows that she can’t fix all his problems, can’t make things better when that is something he has to do, but she is and always will be, on his side. So she waits, waits for him to reach out to her for over a month. He doesn’t. When it reaches her ears that he has spent more and more time on the training grounds burning himself out, she knows that enough is enough. If he is not going to reach out, she will. She waits near his room until he returns in training, and her hand shoots out to keep his door open before it closes behind him.
“Kay,” she begins softly. “We need to talk.”
